The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The ashes in the fireplace were beating heavier than usual. When the flames jumped, they not only brought light, but also brought constant flowing shadows, which made people feel warm and made the wind coming from the cracks in the windows colder.

The silver needle being held in the hand to knit a sweater seems to be sewing up some wounds that have almost been forgotten. Those days that are inevitably mentioned have no room for bleeding, leaving only black scabs as heavy as ashes. .

"...I don't know if you have ever heard of the position of detachment member. It sounds like a certain position in the Boy Scouts. In fact, it is true. They are more willing to let children do it and watch them numbly do it. The corpses were dragged out of the gas chambers and burned without mercy.”

When the lighter sounded softly, the red-haired woman had already put down the knitting needle. The man who was talking turned his head. His wife smiled at him and said, "I think I can take this opportunity to go upstairs." Let’s take a nap, won’t we?”

"Okay, Magda," he said. "When you wake up, freshly dried daisies will appear by your bedside. Have a sweet dream."

"That must be a terrible memory for you." Schiller took the cigarette from his hand and called him by his current name, "Magnus."

When the smoke started to rise, the young Magneto leaned back in his chair and said: "When this happens early enough, it will be a life full of rules, not a disaster. Only when you get out of that environment can you Realize that you are hurting and bleeding.”

"Is this your experience?"

"Yes, I don't think it's cruel. Walking into the gas chamber and carrying the corpses is a job for me in exchange for food. It doesn't have any evil connotation beyond that. All those who characterize this behavior as evil The knowledge I gained only came after I left there.”

"You don't think you're evil, and you don't intend to repent."

"I didn't even pray."

"But you are still chasing a god, but you don't want him to save you from a certain situation." Schiller took a puff of cigarette, tried to spread the newspaper flat on the table, picked up the paper knife, and cut Cut out the useful parts.

"Is that what you think?" Magneto asked, "Spend three hours every day begging God to save you."

"Most believers do."

"That means you're not."

"What do you think of me?" Schiller asked.

"You have an obvious 'God complex'." Magneto said: "It's never about waiting for help, but about taking control of everything."

"So we look a lot alike."

"I'm not that extreme." Magneto exhaled the smoke gently, looking for his daughter's heartbeat among the noise of the magnetic field that surrounded him all the time. This beautiful music made him feel stable.

"You are a lunatic, no doubt, because no normal person would believe so firmly in their right to judge others as you do."

"Just because I killed them?" Schiller raised his eyebrows at Magneto and said, "Don't you think those who are chasing you should be killed?"

"What I mean is that you like to turn other people into madmen." Magneto said: "You find people with such potential, approach them, and tell them that you have a way to completely end their suffering, and they will become better than anyone imagined. It’s even crazier.”

"Very good." Schiller commented: "But you can't say it's evil, because if I were a huge bait, I would only attract the same kind of people, just like you."

"Do you think I'm special?"

"Of course." Schiller looked into Magneto's eyes and said, "As a child who grew up in a concentration camp, your view of good and evil and right and wrong has been distorted from the beginning. You know that the things you witnessed are actually the most evil things in the world. How does the crime make you feel?"

"I'm sad."

"No, you are not sad at all." Schiller said: "You are not even afraid, you are just fanatical, because those sinners who so offended and contradicted God never got the punishment they deserved, and in this case, you will not ”

Magneto's Adam's apple moved, and then he spoke in a dry voice, "I can't deny this. I prefer to call the moment when I realized that what they did was a crime the 'death of God', because I saw so much cruelty, and God never showed up."

"So I say we are very similar." Schiller looked at the fire in the fireplace with far less serious and even gentle eyes and said, "When I didn't have a basic concept of the world, I didn't think All the things that some people did to me and to other people were cruel, and I just knew that I lived like this."

"But one day, I came to a completely different environment. Everything here was different from what I had experienced. Another group of people told me that I had a sad past. It was not until then that I realized that certain things could Call it cruelty.”

"But I'm not sad about it at all. I'm just excited because they can treat me so cruelly without paying the price. Then I can treat others the same way. Worldly rules and laws are not worth it to me. Mention, if there will be no retribution on the occult level, no one can stop me."

"Does cruelty make you happy?" Magneto asked.

"No, it just makes me feel free."

Magneto frowned, and a hint of pain finally appeared on his face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, full of seriousness and indifference.

"Freedom, yes, freedom. The environment in the concentration camp will not awaken me to any other views. I will think that the world is like this, and everyone is the same, but there is always a voice telling me that I don't have to listen to them. , I can do things outside of my schedule, and that makes me feel really happy, and I don’t know if that’s my nature.”

"What do you want to do outside of the arrangement?" Schiller asked sharply: "Find a dagger and insert it into their chest, smash their head, or take out their liver..."

"No... I didn't want to do this." Magneto said with some difficulty: "Because I didn't know that what they did was cruel, so I didn't hate them, at least at that time."

"That only proves that you don't want to do these things because of hatred, at least not entirely because of hatred."

"You sound too sympathetic." Magneto keenly sensed something was wrong. He looked at Schiller and said, "Have you also been in a concentration camp?"

He straightened up, drumming his fingers on his knees, and said, "You have never told us your story since you saved us."

"Maybe it's just a story. Who can guarantee to tell you the truth?"

"Maybe what I said is just a story." Magneto said: "Maybe I made up everything about the concentration camp, but if you are willing to spend time to make up a story for me, you can't say it is unfair."

"I'm a little special." Schiller said very concisely: "But it's not that special like you. Some people realize that I am very powerful, and they think I can be a good weapon."

"You know I can't be the only one in this type of plan, so if you must describe it as a concentration camp, it's not impossible. Generally speaking, it's similar to you, but I entered there earlier."

"It means you have no knowledge of the world." Magneto seemed to understand somewhat. He said: "At least I still had a pleasant time with my parents, even though their death gave me too strong a shock. , causing me some amnesia, but I can occasionally recall some fragments.”

"I have almost no such experience." Schiller said: "From the time I became conscious, I grew up in an orphanage. If there are any fragments of memories, it was probably that someone broke in here one day, and then Screams of blood and gunshots."

"I'm very sorry."

"You are not sorry at all." Schiller said very straightforwardly: "You lack the ability to empathize with such trauma. It's just social common sense that requires you to be polite."

Magneto was noncommittal and didn't answer.

"But unfortunately, there are only a few special people where I live. In other words, I am the only one who is truly special."

"What's so special about it?"

"Born to be strong."

Magneto snorted softly, with some disdain, but it seemed not to be directed at Schiller, but more like at them in his mouth.

"Powerful and controllable usually cannot go hand in hand." Magneto said: "Otherwise every country can use mutants as weapons, and there will be no need to spend so much time researching atomic bombs."

"It's not that powerful." Schiller said: "You can understand it as a society with only ordinary people, and I don't have any special abilities, I'm just stronger than ordinary people in all aspects."

"Sounds interesting." Magneto turned his head and looked at Schiller and said, "Does such a place exist?"

"Of course." Schiller nodded, flicked the ashes of his cigarette and continued: "At that time, they also believed that there were existences similar to mutants in the world, but in fact there were not. However, they felt that if there really were, they would This move gives them an advantage.”

"Why do they think that?"

"Maybe it's because of me." Schiller said: "They don't know that I am an exception. They think that I am the beginning of a certain phenomenon. Then there will be more and more people like me. But why are they so sure and still It's a mystery."

"They arrested a lot of people?"

"They are all children. They think that to become as powerful as me, you need to activate your potential, and I can become unprecedentedly powerful by stimulating my potential, even stronger than an atomic bomb and more invisible."

"I can imagine." Magneto said, holding the cigarette in his hand: "Many people, such as our current neighbors, these Germans who live a comfortable life have very limited imagination for cruelty. In their eyes, Auschwitz is already It’s hell, but it’s not.”

"It was more like a batch killing station. There were not that many people who had time to torture the prisoners. They just drove them into the gas chambers in batches, turned on the switch, and then there were only corpses left on the ground. In many cases, there would not even be anything because of the pain. Most of the screams are due to fear.”

"This is a very efficient approach. Everyone performs their duties in their positions. There is no deliberate cruelty. It is as if they are completing their work numbly. This may be the main reason why other adults do not think they are guilty. The reason is that this process is alienated like real labor.”

"I will record what you said, I hope you don't mind." Schiller said: "As a reward, you can also record what I said. Maybe you will need it one day."

Magneto sneered.

In the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, Charles looked at his mobile phone, his head far away from the screen, and the expression on his face was very complicated.

The noise coming from the phone finally made Eric unable to bear it. With a bang, a book smashed the phone in Charles' hand and flew out. Although it cleverly did not hit Charles' hand, he still turned to look at Eric with a little dissatisfaction.

"If you don't let go of the noise maker, I will implant it into the latest version of the brain wave amplifier, so that you can watch short videos all day long."

"Don't be like this, Eric." Charles complained in a low voice. He touched his bald head and said, "Have you watched the recent variety show? The students are watching it. Mrs. Weiss told me that the probability of students staying up late has increased by more than two times because of this show."

"Stark's stupid collection?"

"It's Stark's romantic wedding trip." Charles picked up the phone and said, "Logan and the others are watching it too, and they have been asking me, as a person of almost the same age as Schiller, if I have any information about Schiller."

Eric frowned slightly, and the complex thoughts that flashed by could not be hidden from the psychic.

Charles turned his head suddenly, looked at him with a bright look and said, "Don't tell me you have."