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Amazingly, Pietro was able to convince Beast that he felt well enough to go to the dinner. Even though Pietro wasn't in top shape, Beasts' desire to have things patched up between the X-Men and the Brotherhood was so strong he decided to let it slide. Soon Pietro found himself staring into the mirror of the bathroom he was getting ready in.
'Wanda was right,' he thought, he did look terrible. He pressed at the dark circles under his eyes to see how deep they were, wondering how he hadn't seen this happening to himself. His complexion had faded to an ashen grey and there was no life in his once sparkling blue eyes. Pietro and Wanda both knew that the cause of his condition went farther back than the fire or even Fred's death. The reason Wanda was so angry was that she didn't know the reason, and Pietro knew what the problem was even though he denied it. The problem was that his father didn't care about him. At all. Not that this was the only problem, but everything that he had been through or done was connected to Magneto, so it was the best way to say it. In the beginning, after Magneto and Pietro had reunited, Pietro was willing to anything Magneto asked. He had hoped that his loyalty might bring them closer together, but soon it was clear that the only thing Magneto valued in his son was his mutant abilities. Even though Pietro realized this he kept fooling himself into thinking that every thing he did would be the last, and he would never go back if Magneto didn't appreciate him more. The fact that Magneto was capable of inflicting pain beyond measure didn't improve Pietro's ability to separate himself from his father. This was it though, he wasn't going back, and the Brotherhood would stay at the Institute and try to piece back together their lives.
'I should be happy,' Pietro thought to himself. He hadn't told the others about this yet, but he was sure they were going to agree. Pietro's only fear was that when Magneto realized that his plan had backfired, all the mansion's security and even Professor Xavier wouldn't be enough to stop Magneto's fury. Pietro tried his best not to think about this little detail, although ever since he smashed the comlink the thought had been lurking in the back of his mind. Instead Pietro thought about what he was going to do at dinner tonight. His first priority was to apologize to Wanda. He needed her friendship now more than ever, and they had been doing so well lately that it would be a shame for Wanda to hate him again. What he hadn't thought about yet was how he was going to act around the X-Men. Should he be friendly? Would that seem too fake? Should he even talk at all? Pietro's mind spun with these questions as he gave himself a final once-over in the mirror, pulling at the clothes the Brotherhood had picked out for him, and running his hand through his hair one last time. He was wearing dark faded jeans, a loose fitting black sweater, and black converse sneakers. In the past he would never wear clothes that fit like this, he needed to be able to move quickly, and to do this he needed clothes that were more aerodynamic, but now he used his powers so rarely it seemed ridiculous to care anymore. Even so he exited the bathroom a little too quickly for a human to look at the clock in the hallway. 7:05.
'Showtime,' he thought as he started to head for the dining hall, and in spite of everything he smiled. Who knows? Maybe it would be fun.