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He watched her approach, clearly noticing that she had literally just gotten out of bed. He waited a moment, as she spoke of how he was supposedly a morning person. He looked at her state, realizing that she was still in the process of waking up. "I would be more like an annoying afternoon person for it is now noon." But clearly, she liked to sleep in. "Go get some breakfast." Or lunch. "Freshen up. There are clean clothes in the living room for you." Thanks to the help of Angel, since Erik wasn't exactly going to go around shopping for ladies attire.

"Then return when you are fully awake. You need to be fully focused and alert." Not having just rolled out of bed. Which was fine. But Erik took training seriously. He needed her to be fully conscious. "I will wait here for you," he added, granting her that freedom to get herself together. After all, it was her first day. He could be a little lenient as she familiarized herself with routine. Besides, she wasn't here as a member of the Brotherhood necessarily; merely someone who had accepted his offer to help her. Not accepted his invitation into the Brotherhood.

Erik was already aware of the fact that he had overestimated her, but he never had over estimated her powers. He'd merely overestimated her loyalty to their worthy cause. The fact that she was doubting herself was interesting. He did not doubt her. Even now, when he was displeased with her, knew she was powerful. He had told her that, repeatedly. He had helped her hone her skills so that in the state of extreme terror, she still had control over her powers. Yet she saw herself as weak. He supposed that that was how some mutants saw themselves, but he had not expected her to. "Combat is not just about physical fighting. It is about using your abilities. And you have the potential to overcome an entire army with yours." He had that much belief in her gift, though she seemed to lack it. "Yet you choose not to, because you prefer the path that is easier. You prefer the path that is safer for you, inconsiderate of others who are not as privileged." Was she not even willing to consider the possibility that she could help so many mutants?

"If you truly believe that you could have done nothing, and you conscience is clear, then continue to live in your world of denial. I know I did everything I could to save them. Did you?" No. She didn't. It was a rhetorical question. She had done nothing because she abandoned them when they needed her most. He would not let that go; not let her forget that. "I am damning you for yours because you abandoned us when we needed you!" Erik was losing his composure and in the height of his growing anger, felt his powers slightly slipping. It caused the metal bike racks, the metal dumpster, everything metal in their surroundings starting to shake violently. Erik often had excellent control over his powers, yet right now, thinking of all the death, of all they had lost, and the anger he felt for homo sapiens . . . his powers were exposing themselves. He didn't even care that they were; he was too consumed with anger.

It seemed she had not known. Good. Let this be a lesson to her. "Trask Industries, a government funded industry, engaged in cruel and violent experimentation on mutants. None survived." They had rounded up as many as they could, picked them off one by one. Erik knew how that felt for Shaw had tortured and used him for experimentation while at the concentration camp when he was younger. His tone was not one that was breaking the news gently to her. He was angry that they were dead. Because there were those out there who could have stopped it. Charles. And even she could have done something. But they all preferred to turn a blind eye because it was safe for them. "Several more were experimented on, tortured, died in the name of humans science." And other mutants out there did not care. It was shameful to know how they could just live their life in such obliviousness. "They were separated from one another. Vulnerable." He had been in prison, desperate to get out to help them, but no thanks to her, he had not succeeded in his attempts.

"There are those out there who could have helped them. Had others come together, stood together, so many lives could have been saved." But they hadn't. So many lives had been lost, and this was just the beginning. The genocide had begun. "Others like you," he added, angry that she had done the cowardly thing. "I did not ask you to fight for me. I asked you to fight for others. For them." It was not about him, it was about mutant rights. "Because you can. Because you have the strength and ability to do so." She was a strong mutant but did not care to use her gifts for the greater good. Like Charles. Where was he when others were dying? Where was he when Banshee and Alex had been taken? "But you turn a blind eye and pretend like you can do nothing to stop this. You live in a sheltered world, afraid to take a risk if it means saving hundreds of others. It is cowardly and I was wrong to ever believe you could be part of the Brotherhood in all that it stands for." Mystique had single handedly saved many mutants from an army camp, ones who would have shared the same fate as the others: death. So he firmly believed that Lana could have done something; she was strong enough to have done something. But selfish enough that she chose not to.

Erik once again listened to her express her perspective of how things were. "I never gave you that ultimatum," he argued. "All I suggested was that you do something to help others mutants who do not have the safety and security you did. And the moment you had to do something apart from sleep in a bed, eat to your heart's content, and enjoy the luxuries provided to you, you fled like a coward." He would never force someone to stay with The Brotherhood, but if they agreed to embark on a mission, then he expected them to stay loyal and carry out the plan. Not flee the see the moment it looked like the enemy was gaining the upper hand. And that was precisely what she had done. "Mutants fear homo sapiens, afraid of what they may do if they are exposed." Which is why some of them had to hide. "Not all mutants can blend in as easily as you and I." Nor should they have to. "Just as not all mutants can use their abilities to gain the bare necessities of the day." Like she had. She could use her powers to get what she needed, as she had done so before he had met her and probably still now. But there were other mutants who's abilities could not give them the basic requirements of the day, like food, shelter and so on.

She was right about one thing: he never loved her. Not in a romantic way. He did have an affection for those in the Brotherhood, for they were his kin. They were united with him under a similar objective: to fight for human rights. And she had broken that when she refused to help a mutant who required her aid. She spoke now of how she was helping others every day, and he strongly disagreed with the methods of how she supposedly helped them. "And what exactly are you doing to help?" He questioned rhetorically. "You merely give them what they need for the day, and the following day, repeat the same cycle." This was no way to live. "All you are helping doing, is perpetuating an oppressive society for mutants." Couldn't she and the others see the big picture? Couldn't they understand that unless they did something, it was only a matter of time before they were all rounded and treated like a plague, more so than they already were. "Emma, Angel, Riptide, Azazel . . . so many others died because of humans fascination with our abilities. How is giving a handful of mutants food and shelter going to help the hundreds of others who are suffering every day." He didn't expect answers from her, he was merely attempting to broaden her perspective, trying to make her understand that it wasn't just about helping a select few mutants. It was about changing society so that they could all live freely.

Erik let her speak, taking in all the words she spoke. It started off with her saying that she left him to rot in prison. Not exactly what he wanted to hear, but nor should it come to a surprise any more for her actions that day had made it clear that she had no intention to help him. She then attempted to justify her reasoning. Saying she was frightened. She wasn't willing to die. That she was not a solider. That she would leave him again. He doubted her words that it was a difficult decision. It most likely wasn't. For if it was one she would repeat, then how difficult could it be? How much of a burden on her conscience was it truly? When she was done, he let a few moments of silence pass, absorbing her words, deciding what was worth saying to her. She knew his political views so he was not going to give her a lecture on them. But she was still so naive. Still so foolish if she thought that she was out of the conflict. "You are already fighting in a war," he told her. "Every day, you and other mutants fight to survive." Whether it be for his cause or not, mutants were struggling. "Do not act as if I put you in a dangerous situation. Mutants live in danger and fear every moment that they are in this society." How could she not see that? How could mutants like Charles not see that?

Her apology meant nothing to him. While he was not going to kill her, he was not going to embrace her either. "The girl you started off being was frightened, struggling to find a hot meal to eat, living on the streets." A reminder to who she was before she met him. He did not forget that girl, though she seemed to. "I took you in." Another reminder. "I trained you. I gave you all you wanted; gave you what you most longed for at that time." Tomorrow. He remembered her words without her reminder. She had wanted tomorrow, and he given her so many of that. "Whether you remain ineffective in this war against homo sapiens that everyone is inevitably involved in, is your choice. But to betray another mutant as you betrayed me, is something I never would have expected from you." Because she was afraid of dying; because she was afraid of homo sapiens. Which proved his point: mutants lived in fear of humans. "If mutants are betraying one another, then what hope do we have of thriving in a world that seeks to destroy us?" This was why the Brotherhood was in existence. Because he offered them a family. He gave mutants that sense of unity so they would not fear betrayal. She already knew this. He had explained it to her then, when she was allied with him -- so that was what he had believed.

"So do not stand here and play the victim. Do not act as if the only thing I exposed you to was war and danger." She had already been exposed to that. He took a step toward her, not in a threatening manner, but nor was it in an amicable one. "Mutants are dying every day. I fight for them and give those who want to fight for justice a chance to join in. You may believe you are sheltering yourself from the war, but mark my word, the day will come when you will be forced to choose a side. And I pity the mutant, or mutants, you betray when that day comes." Because she was disloyal to him. Because she had proven that whatever he did for her, in that moment, meant nothing. She had granted him that permission to call her selfish and while he had not used that word, it was implied in his words. He no longer thought highly of her. Because while she still may be exceedingly powerful, she did not have the principals and values that he believed mutants should have. Loyalty. Honor. A sense of justice.

Erik knew that this was extremely dangerous. But he needed to do it. It was necessary if he was going to change the current state for mutants for the better. He needed to see what the future held in store for them. Not wanting Charles to discover what he was doing or try to stop him, Magneto wore his helmet, not even considering taking it off during the travel. The mutant he had sought out explained himself again, giving Magneto all the conditions as well as cautions of doing this. It was clear that the mutant was nervous, but Magneto had managed to convince him of the just cause, and that he would be a part of fighting for justice for mutants. With that, he leaped through the time portal, which would take him to the new millennium. The moment he arrived, he was in some sort of abandoned warehouse.

He lay on the ground, needing several moments to collect himself. He had been warned that traveling through this portal would be excruciatingly painful, and that his powers would be temporarily weakened because of the his body's physical weakness. He remained on the cold ground for a few more moments, before forcing himself to rise to his feet. He was about to pull his helmet off, when he spun around to see that someone else had leaped through the portal as well. And who that person was, made Erik wish he could push her back in. While the two of them were not quite enemies, they were not allies either. She had made it clear where she stood. And Erik did not want her to be here for her views and methods were drastically different from his. "What the hell are you doing here?" He demanded, not yelling, but his voice stern, clearly displeased at her presence.

She confirmed that she would enjoy further exploring her powers with him. Even though they were not there yet, it was already becoming evident that she was leaning toward staying for quite some time. Enough to engage in training. He had a strong feeling she would join his cause rather quickly, or at least be open minded and accepting to some of his political views. He gave a slight smile when she asked if he could make the car fly. He most certainly could, and they were far enough outside the city so that he could. However, he did not want to draw too much attention to this location for if anyone saw, it made lead them to Shaw's residence where they just so happened to be staying. He did not say anything, nor do anything. He kept his hands on the steering wheel and continued on driving forward. Though in his mind, he was focusing.

Not on the road ahead of him but levitating the car. It was not far enough of the ground so that someone at a distance would be able to see a flying car. He also took advantage of the fact that there were no other cars or people around them. It was not that he was ashamed of his powers, it was that he needed to protect the safety of their headquarters. "Look outside your window," he told her. And if she did, she would notice that they were no longer on the road, that the wheels were a few inches off. After she looked for a bit, he lowered the car once again, letting his mind break from his concentrated state of maintaining control over the large vehicle. "What is it that you most want from life?" He asked, knowing it may seem random, but there was a reason for it. Some said acceptance. Some said living without fear. Some said a family. Some listed more materialistic answers. He wanted to know what her response would be, so that in their time together, he could create an environment that would cater to that. To further convince her that there was hope for mutants. That their life would not forever be hiding in fear.

She asked if he was calling her hot, and he ignored the comment. Focusing on her next question which was of far more relevance. She seemed to be fixated in physicality, which made sense considering her young age. "From my experience, they can be categorized into different classes based on their abilities and skills." Not about what power they possessed necessarily, but more about how they used that power; how much control they had over it. There was no official categorization as of yet, but Magneto was certainly mindful of how they could be organized into different levels. "I would say you are somewhere in the middle, yes. Perhaps a little higher than the average mutant. And by the time I am finished training you, you will be far above the average." As previously recognized, she was young and had already achieved this much. Magneto could think of all the more she could achieve by the time she was 30.

Lana then mentioned that she did not get angry, and it peaked Erik's curiosity. She was unsure as to whether that was due to her power or whether it was her personality. He believed it to be accredited to her powers. Everyone got angry. It was impossible not to. It also made him rather intrigued and curious to discover what would happen if he were to get her genuinely angry. It may be risky, but he wanted to work on that. He wanted her to be prepared with all emotions. Perhaps there was something greater within her that could be unleashed if they were to channel the anger inside of her. "Perhaps that is something we can further explore," he told her, already thinking of what great potential she had.

She said that she was sorry, and Erik didn't need to ask what for. He knew. He could hear it in his voice. His eyes stayed on the road ahead of him, as he slightly clenched his jaw. Knowing that someone could feel what he was feeling, was unfamiliar to him. The last who had ever come close was Charles when he entered his mind during the time Erik was tortured, and he had expressed his condolences to Erik, saying 'you poor man'. He had not wanted pity then, nor did he ever want it. After several moments of silence, he finally responded. "Never apologize for your gift," he told her calmly and sincerely. It was not her fault, and she had nothing that she needed to apologize for. She had an ability that was incredible. And he never wanted her to feel bad for expressing it, whether she could control it or not. Grateful for the change in conversation, he listened to her explain the different mutants she had encountered. One who had the ability to jump high, another who claimed he was one, though may not be. It seemed that she had not met anyone at her level of capabilities.

She was a higher class of mutant, he could tell from her abilities, and he had only seem glimpses of what she could do. "It is clear you have not met anyone remotely in your league." Praising her gift was not something that he did to win her over; he was merely stating facts, for he thought that highly of her abilities. She spoke of how he was handy in a bar fight, and his mind went to the most recent one where he was tracking down Shaw and killed three men in a bar. "You have no idea," he told her with a slight smirk, in a teasing manner and one that suggested she was quite right about her assumption. She then told him that she would not try to ever make him mad. "The feeling is mutual." He in turn, would try not to upset her. Not without a higher purpose, for when he trained her, he may make her angry in how he went about doing it. For right now, it was centered around the idea of instilling a tremendous amount of fear in her. "Apart from fear, are there any more emotions that you experience which make it difficult to keep hold of your power?" He inquired, wanting to know more so that he could plan more.