I knew him as Klaus Schmidt. He's Sebastian Shaw now. In London under the care of the Watcher's Council until they can move him to another country for safe keeping. I don't know what he has on them but it's enough to get Edna Giles involved.
He must have something big if it's got the Council kow-towing to a Nazi. Maybe I can speak to the Council - they have sometimes sent girls who they recognized as unique to the school.
You can bring him to justice. There is no statute of limitations on war crimes. Expose him, drag him out into the light and let him face the judgment of the world. Don't be his judge, jury and executioner.
Do you mean to stop me? Everyone knows who and what he is. From Howard Stark to Ed Giles. They smile, shake his hand and forgive what he did to millions. No one will dare cross him. You aren't naïve enough to believe otherwise.
I don't want to have to stop you. I don't want that man's blood on your hands. Because while he deserves whatever happens to him you are the one who will live to carry it. Don't add to what was done to you. Don't let him make you a murderer.
Do you know why I didn't know about Shaw? Do you think your mind would keep me out? It's because I have tried in what we do to respect your privacy as I respect you. I know you struggle. I know you've suffered and lost. But I also know you have triumphed and that you are vital to the survival of our kind. Can't you focus on that and allow someone else to deliver Shaw the justice he has earned?
Because Erik Lensherr is a creature stitched together in Haifa, in Westchester by you, by Moira and the children made of human skin and bones left in that camp.
Max Einsenhardt, son of Ruth and Jakob, brother of Ruthie. That's who Sebastian Shaw made. That's who he formed and molded. The one who watched as his brothers and sisters were marched two chest deep into the crematoria and assured them it was only a shower and then... cleaned up after it.
I am already a murderer, Charles. Let me make this right. Please.
I won't stop you. I won't help you but I won't try and stand in your way. Your choice: to be the man Sebastian Shaw made or the man that you've made of yourself.
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Tell me.
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I'm going to kill him, Charles
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He must have something big if it's got the Council kow-towing to a Nazi. Maybe I can speak to the Council - they have sometimes sent girls who they recognized as unique to the school.
You can bring him to justice. There is no statute of limitations on war crimes. Expose him, drag him out into the light and let him face the judgment of the world. Don't be his judge, jury and executioner.
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Do you mean to stop me? Everyone knows who and what he is. From Howard Stark to Ed Giles. They smile, shake his hand and forgive what he did to millions. No one will dare cross him. You aren't naïve enough to believe otherwise.
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I don't want to have to stop you. I don't want that man's blood on your hands. Because while he deserves whatever happens to him you are the one who will live to carry it. Don't add to what was done to you. Don't let him make you a murderer.
Do you know why I didn't know about Shaw? Do you think your mind would keep me out? It's because I have tried in what we do to respect your privacy as I respect you. I know you struggle. I know you've suffered and lost. But I also know you have triumphed and that you are vital to the survival of our kind. Can't you focus on that and allow someone else to deliver Shaw the justice he has earned?
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Because Erik Lensherr is a creature stitched together in Haifa, in Westchester by you, by Moira and the children made of human skin and bones left in that camp.
Max Einsenhardt, son of Ruth and Jakob, brother of Ruthie. That's who Sebastian Shaw made. That's who he formed and molded. The one who watched as his brothers and sisters were marched two chest deep into the crematoria and assured them it was only a shower and then... cleaned up after it.
I am already a murderer, Charles. Let me make this right. Please.
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I won't stop you. I won't help you but I won't try and stand in your way. Your choice: to be the man Sebastian Shaw made or the man that you've made of yourself.