No, but you didn't care if I was collateral damage again, did you?
[ Again, considering he's in this wheelchair for the same reason. Charles remembers a beautiful time in his life when he thought he could never be angry at this man, that it was only bright joy and purpose between them. It's why the anger is so bitter, why it poisons his tongue and makes his heart so heavy. The contrast is painful to him too, with every weighted moment between them. He never wanted to fight.
Erik could have killed him directly if he wanted to, so no, he doesn't think he was doing anything more than getting Charles out of the way. And he didn't pull the trigger on him point blank when he was protecting Raven. But is that what their friendship has come to? Finding reasons to hold onto why Erik let him live. Foolishness. His anger is what he has. ]
What's wrong? What isn't wrong? Look at where we are.
[ In a large city with no support system for him, and no money to draw from, and he's as likely to starve here as find a job, which he's never had to have before as academia is unlikely to be an option. Half of the motel has no power. Hank isn't here, he's alone. His expression twists for a moment in evident pain and he squeezes the bridge of his nose. ]
It's so loud, Erik. There are too many people.
[ Erik knows by now that Charles suffers in his small area, mostly unpopulated, that he doesn't go into cities, that London was only sufferable because it was spread out enough, and his part of it was quiet. ]
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[ Again, considering he's in this wheelchair for the same reason. Charles remembers a beautiful time in his life when he thought he could never be angry at this man, that it was only bright joy and purpose between them. It's why the anger is so bitter, why it poisons his tongue and makes his heart so heavy. The contrast is painful to him too, with every weighted moment between them. He never wanted to fight.
Erik could have killed him directly if he wanted to, so no, he doesn't think he was doing anything more than getting Charles out of the way. And he didn't pull the trigger on him point blank when he was protecting Raven. But is that what their friendship has come to? Finding reasons to hold onto why Erik let him live. Foolishness. His anger is what he has. ]
What's wrong? What isn't wrong? Look at where we are.
[ In a large city with no support system for him, and no money to draw from, and he's as likely to starve here as find a job, which he's never had to have before as academia is unlikely to be an option. Half of the motel has no power. Hank isn't here, he's alone. His expression twists for a moment in evident pain and he squeezes the bridge of his nose. ]
It's so loud, Erik. There are too many people.
[ Erik knows by now that Charles suffers in his small area, mostly unpopulated, that he doesn't go into cities, that London was only sufferable because it was spread out enough, and his part of it was quiet. ]