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Erik wakes to a world reborn and to a fate set in stone. He is unable to escape the memories of what has happened and whether real or not, they haunt him and will continue to do so. He lies in bed for some time, lets Charles have his turn, and then dresses in whatever strange clothes the island has set aside for him, walking until he realizes he is greatly lost and all he wishes to do is find Nina.
He recognizes passing sights -- it's London, to be sure, but no London that Erik has ever known -- and the mere distraction (as small as it is) gives him a momentary balm from the pain that tears at him to his very core. He is still lost, he is still cold, and he is pushing away all his feelings at the moment as if he can chase them away.
Soon, he will be found and will not have that luxury.
"Nina Pickering!" he shouts out, cupping his hands to his mouth and deciding that if she doesn't hear him, someone else will. His accent grows thick and he reminds himself that he must speak English, now, and not his mother tongue. "Nina, where are you?"
He recognizes passing sights -- it's London, to be sure, but no London that Erik has ever known -- and the mere distraction (as small as it is) gives him a momentary balm from the pain that tears at him to his very core. He is still lost, he is still cold, and he is pushing away all his feelings at the moment as if he can chase them away.
Soon, he will be found and will not have that luxury.
"Nina Pickering!" he shouts out, cupping his hands to his mouth and deciding that if she doesn't hear him, someone else will. His accent grows thick and he reminds himself that he must speak English, now, and not his mother tongue. "Nina, where are you?"
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