“DOES IT MATTER.” Three little w o r d s are enough to cause his anger toRISE, he repeats them back to this man. The man of metal h a t e s these kind of people with a p a s s i o n. “It always matters.” OF COURSE IT DOES.
HE DOUBTED IT WOULD. the simple fact of making a DIFFERENCE – for good or ill – wasn’t in his PLAYBOOK. no, he stuck to the SIDELINES to watch and sometimes DESTROY when he saw FIT. picking a SIDE and FIGHTING FOR SOMEONE wasn’t needed. nor did he think it ever WOULD be. “ maybe to you, ” he said bluntly, “ but not to me. ” or, rather, not to ANYONE who felt that they didn’t needed to chose an idiotic side. least of all when they would rather FIGHT their own battles with out getting more involved than necessary. “I don’t need a SIDE.”
ERIK HAS SPENT HIS ENTIRE LIFE FIGHTING FOR SOMETHING;so when he see’s someone who has the a b i l i t y to make a difference, but they’re choosing not to? it bothINFURIATESand confuses him at the same time. “What is it you fight for?.” His tone is c l i p p e d, judgemental perhaps.
MAKING A DIFFERENCE WASN’T IN HIS PLAY BOOK. nor did he ever think it would be. to do so meant putting a TARGET ON HIS BACK and that was the last thing he needed. not when he could ALTERNATIVELY watch the world burn from a DISTANCE. “does it matter?” a pause, “i don’t think it does.”
Hellfirebound 