So Erik had gone and died. Max couldn’t pretend that the news hadn’t shocked him, he was sure that Erik had been in better shape than the news was making it out as. He had seemed completely in control, and not the fake veneer of control that so many he knew thought they had mastered, no, this was true control. The kind that only came from true power.
Although, how much good did power really do you when faced with the reaper?
Max had hoped for more. A war, preferably, with his knights playing both sides and his pockets continuing to grow ever deeper while the mindless hoards of following sheep baa-ed their way to the slaughter, but this was fine. Maxwell wasn’t blind, after all, and Erik didn’t trust him one bit, though a man like that probably didn’t trust much of anyone.
Should’ve trusted a doctor. Maybe then he wouldn’t have gone out like he did.
Strange, that on a island of people with unimaginable power, no one would be able to prevent his death. Weird thing, that. So human, for a man who thought himself more.
Regardless, his Black knights had sent word that they had settled quite nicely in their new tower on Genosha. A project that Maxwell so graciously funded with a simple shrug and a wink that suggested that the funds not used in construction be spent bolstering the fledgling country’s economy. They were settling, already going about their business as intended, slipping in and out of Erik’s former office and erasing every trace of Lord’s weapons deals from existence.
Now it was time for Max to meet the man who the entire island seemed to be looking toward for guidance, and, as he spotted Mr.Summers, Max had to admit that he was rather impressive. Not any more-so than Erik, but he held a certain inherent nobility that the other man had simply lacked.
“Mr.Summers,” He greeted warmly, “I’m sorry for your loss, I understand that Mr.Lehnsherr meant a great deal to everyone on Genosha but particularly to you and your wife. It’s not the same but, well, when my father died I was a mess for months,” he lied, “It does get easier, and keeping busy is always helpful, as I’m sure you’ve realized.”
He smiled softly, shaking his head before refocusing his attention.
“I do appreciate you taking the time to meet with me. Erik was so gracious as to harbor my employees, the likes of which I’m sure you’ve been made aware of. It was an endeavor that opened the door to great risk to him and he didn’t have to do that.”
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