Sunsine And Violets

She stood over my bed with a knife poised at my heart. A metal knife for the love of God. To kill *me*. But she could not. The look in her eyes said plainly, "This is a man. Perhaps not a good man, but a man nonetheless. He does not deserve to die." Without knowing it, as if it were the most natural of things, she gave me a precious gift. In that moment she gave me back a bit of my hope, something I thought burned to ashes along with the bodies of the dead in the fires of Auschwitz. Too many people have judged me who do not understand me.

When Lee pulled me from the cold embrace of the sea, I was grateful, never doubt it. But she was human and I do not trust humans. How can I? They slaughter their own kind, ruthlessly. They kill without thought or malice like any great predator. But they shall not prey on me or my kind any longer. Not while I yet live. From the beginning Lee was different, however. She gave no thought to helping a stranger. It was simply the thing to do in her eyes. She did not know who I was. I had presumed that to be my salvation. But when she crept into my room that night to slay me, she knew *exactly* who I was. I was the terrorist Magneto, bane of humanity and supposed killer of helpless thousands. And still she could not do it. But she had courage enough to try.