Annamarie carefully backed away from the man as frost began to form on the walls of the alleyway, her back coming at a rest against the cold, stone wall.
"Look, I don’t know how to control it, okay?…I’m just a monster"
She was frightened. That much was obvious. Emotional. And an emotional mutant was a dangerous one, regardless of how practiced that were with their abilities.
Erik wasn’t entirely sure where to proceed; on his endeavors across the United States with Charles, it had usually been the other man’s job to appeal to a given mutant’s better nature and comfort them and whatnot.
He himself, on the other man, was hardly a comforting man. And yet, he could not pass up an opportunity to recruit a potential new mutant into the Brotherhood.
So, he approached the young woman slowly, hand outstretched calmingly, the normally piercing cold of his gaze lessened as he attempted to calm her.
“Quite the contrary. What you have, my dear, is a gift. You are a mutant; part of the next stage of human evolution. With practice and training, you could develop and harness your gift and become veritably invincible. Take revenge upon a world that hates and fears you.”
“That is what I can promise you.”