How does it feel, she asked Magneto, to be magnetic? To be able to feel the draw of others toward you? To exhale and move the planet a little bit to the left or right, depending on your whimsy.
You've got a gravitational pull, a force inside of you that not many others know how to match. How do you know which direction to go in, which is the right one? How do you know how to stay a float of the currents of gravity that tug on us all each day? Doesn't the force of the earth bending downward over power your senses at times? What's it like Magneto, what's it like?
[vous. ne comprenez pas.]
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