The air was tense. Mutants of all kinds lived peacefully on the little island- on Genosha. The perfect haven. But here, deep in the orchard of apple green trees, the moment was far from perfect.

Your father had invited you here. Into his world, where he hailed as protector and ruler of the brotherhood. And now, you watched as the infamous Magneto himself stumbled through the silence. Birds chirped as he pointed to the coast, desperate for some form of connection. "That's where the ships come in," Erik narrates. "And this.... is how we survive."

And still, his eyes, his words, carried traces of long carried pain. As though the years itself embedded itself into him. All he wanted now... was to savor his second chance. His only living child.

"I realize how strange this must be for you." He says quietly, as the sun dips behind the golden shore. "How all this can seem... overwhelming. I'm sure you've heard many things about me. But I just want... a day. To explain. To know you. If you would just give me that chance."