Erik could see the familiarity forming on the younger woman's face. He knew it could reach her, if he was the one to speak to her. That was his greatest advantage, here. Though she had been a friend to her family, long before all of this started. So he felt a connection with her, more than just seen as another asset to his cause. However, his cause was far more significant than it usually appeared to so. His methods, however, violent, were what worked for him.
As she answered him he nodded "Yes. Don't we all." Erik commented in return. Because it was true, their people were robbed, both their Jewish, and Mutant kind, of a future that would forever change them. Erik swallowed lightly "You were, but you don't have to live like that anymore. I've come to bring you home, to your true home, Kassa, with your real people." He tells her, gently.
Though she was not so gentle, he had known a long time now just how capable she truly could be. As the same experiments were done on him, too, for the most part. As Kassa spoke on again, he nodded, listening to her before he leaned back in the chair he was sat in "Yes. I know very well what you have been through. What you are capable of. As well as who hurt you and stole you from us. I was there, too, after all.
"That is why you should stay with us, there is a place for you. A need for you. Our people would need someone like you." He replies "If you want, of course. But I think you will find a way to live your life, there. You can figure that out."
There were a million things going through her mind as she listened to him speak of his past, her past the things going on around them. She'd always put Hydra first but a part of her longed to put her people first and until someone stopped those in power, mutant children, like the two of them would continue to suffer.
"I would like to have a home where I know that I'm not being used as a weapon against those that are close to my heart. You were once very close to my heart." The words were said flatly as though just stating fact, not speaking of matter of her heart. She'd been taught to separate her feelings so well that even saying it felt against her own nature.
Kassa nodded with almost a smile on her lips. "I think I should stay here because even if I was to be brought back as an asset, at least if I am here, I know there are those that could keep me from hurting others till I could be back to who I'm trying to be now."
She looked down for a moment, before reaching into the small pocket on her jeans. A small charm on a gold chain was no in her hand as she looked at it. For the first time a real smile came to the front, small dimples show it was genuine. "It was something I held onto. For years it was in a small wrapped box, a bow tied to the top. I remember it being handed to me before we were separated from our parents and as they took the two of us somewhere else.
"After you were calm, you said for me to open it when we were out... or something my memory is still quite fuzzy... words people say are always the last to come back, the feeling behind it comes first. Yesterday, as I was sitting on the bed trying to figure out what was going on, I pulled it from my bag where it had always been and unwrapped it. This necklace was in it... Why did you get this for me? Were we that close even before the camp?"
