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[The device crackles on, and a young blond with a scar running down one side of his forehead comes into view. He might look like someone already here--one Alex Summers. But this? Isn't the one already existing.

This one? Looks more than a bit annoyed, but he’s attempting to control it. The muscles in his jaw flex as he presses his lips into a thin line. Once or twice he nearly talks, but stops himself, as if he’s rethinking what he was about to say.

Alex knows the consequences of flying off the handle. It’s happened before; it’s gotten others hurt.

He’ll keep this short, and to the point. Because that’s what he does.]

Look, I don’t know if Genero is running this show or not; I don’t care. I’m tired of the bullshit, and I just want answers.

[He holds up a black mask.]

And this? I’m not wearing this again.

[He tosses it down, then leans forward slightly. There are more troubling things to deal with, than a damn mask. Like after a quick survey of the room, he didn't see Sean, Teddy--any of the others. Maybe he missed them, but he has a sneaking suspicion he didn't.]

I want to know where the others are, and I want them awake.

We’ve been dreaming long enough.

[And as he reaches out for the device, he mutters under his breath, softly]

This is bullshit.

[The feed ends.]

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[Alex curses under his breath, a hand moving to rub at the back of his neck, before gesturing towards the screen.]

Trust me, it wasn't my damn imagination. I have the scars to prove it.

I also remember Cuba damn well. You know, when you left us?

[He presses his lips together into a thin line.]

I've spent the last four damn months trapped in a forced dream state. Experimented on. With two different versions of you.

[ Erik listens to this with a surprising patience, however much he is inclined to find this Alex, throttle him until he listens. It comes with him showing up at an uncomfortable point, when Erik isn't in the best of moods, what with one Alex in one position, this one even far more aggressive, exploiting a situation Erik doesn't know how to handle. ]

I know damn well what I did that day on the beach. [ The words come out with a snarl, Erik glaring into the device. ] And I don't regret it. [ So don't try to bring it up once again, Alex, it's a touchy subject. ]

What happened after is none of that. There was no dream state, there was nothing, but you - [ The other Alex, perhaps. ] leaving with Charles, helping him.

Pull yourself together before you make a bigger fool of yourself.

How about you listen to me, Magneto.

[Alex's voice nearly snarls back. Really, for all his growth, in trying to be a leader, in trying to make Charles proud (a Charles that won't remember, a Charles that was gone)...he had leaned towards Erik's way of things in attitude. Accept the past, know it had to happen, and move on.]

I'm not the Alex you know. I'm an alternate version. [This Erik isn't going to understand that either, damn it. He flexes his hands, happy for the suit, which is collecting the plasma churning within him, so desperately wanting to go off.]

I've spent the last four months away from the mansion, away from damn Earth.

I know exactly what I went through, and you can call me a fool, fine. Whatever.

But I have the scars to prove what happened was real.

[And the inward ones, too.]

[ He's not dumb, Alex, he figured that part out damn well fast enough from the mention of Genero to the mask, not to mention listening in on Alex meeting his other self. It doesn't change anything though, as he's too occupied calming himself down as opposed to reacting. ]

Hypocrite much? [ Erik retorts, canting his head off to the side. ] Accusing me of some particular costume, giving off grand speeches, and now you're adamant you're not the Alex I know.

[ He's deceptively calm as he talks though, the plot hole in Alex's explanation only raising further questions. Why would a man who deliberately goes out of his way to explain that Erik has made decisions he doesn't recall, turn around and say he isn't the same person. ]

Make up your damn mind, Havok, because right now, reality isn't playing tricks on you.

Look just--

[Alex sort of deflates, then. He sighs, gesturing slightly, but the movement is weaker than before.]

You asked me what I remember of you. I told you.

I just got unplugged from a fucking shit situation, only to find this one ain't so great either.

[He's not going to ask Erik to cut him some slack--but yet, there he is, kind of asking for it anyways.]

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