When Bruce Gotham has had his fill, he wipes Emma's blood on his hands onto his suit and kneels down next to Emma.
"Ah never stopped lovin' you, Emma. But Ah think Ah hate you far too much to repair what is broken between us. For years, Ah didn't know where my baby girl was, what she was doin', how she lived. You tore my life apart, piece by piece, until all Ah had left were memories that Ah hated to think upon. You took everything that made me who Ah was, and forced me to rebuild myself into the man Ah am today." Bruce Gotham drawls, touching the palm of his hand to Emma's head.
"Allow me to demonstrate what that was like." Bruce Gotham says, reaching into Emma's mind and feeling the memories bite at his fingertips like digging into the soft mud after a Spring rain.
One by one, Bruce tears out those memories.
Kassia's growing up? Gone.
Her meeting and relationship with Namor? Gone.
When he comes to the memories of Christina, Bruce has a much better idea.
He removes every single thought, image and memory of Christina from Emma Frost's mind.
"You let Sebastian Shaw beat me within an inch of my life and left me for dead, with little more than the memory of your perfume to and the image of your retreating backside. Consider us even." Bruce says.
Just then, another figure appears at the door. "Master, they are coming."
Bruce looks at the person, nods, and stands.
A gust of wind, and he is gone, leaving Emma alone.
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