As I’ve already written, the worst moment of my life was when I lost my mother. The second worst moment of my life was I lost Charles Xavier as a friend. Somehow we started the day high on the thrill of battle and ended it low on the agony of battle. We wound up on a poorly kept Florida beach arguing about petty things like organizational structure and killing Nazis and protecting a species that was determined to massacre us. At some point the traitor in our midst, Moira McTaggart, tried to murder me and one of her bullets hit Charles in the spine. I immediately rushed to my fallen friend. I held Charles like a lover. I hoped that there was some way that this was all a horrible dream. I began to sing old Polish lullabies in an attempt to sooth him. He wasn’t soothed. He was insane. Somehow, he blamed me for his injury. I saved him from death by removing the bullet, but the damage was already done. Charles became a smug cripple and I left to nobly protect mutants from the evils of humanity. The third worst moment of my life was when Arrested Development was canceled. Why can’t humans let greatness be great?
—p. 1246, Vol. 3, The Autobiography of Magneto X, by Erik Lensherr
(Source: lokised)
