I'm from a...similar world. He's not the Magneto I knew.

[There's nothing in her voice to suggest what he is to her, neither the closeness of family or the horrors they wrought on each other, neither good or ill. It's fraught, but formlessly so, and Raven can assume what she likes about what the weight of emotion signifies.]

But he's been kind to me when I was. Hurting.

[The word sounds so inadequate. But she can't talk about what Tosh did to this girl. It's too vulnerable, too harrowing and precious at once.]

I'd like to think we're close.