[ With their minds so closely mingled, Charles can feel the reflection of ever emotion that infuses Erik at that moment -- the pride in his work, the sensation of old grief and anger having worked their way into something more productive, the protectiveness toward his people. God, what a wonder to feel Erik like this; a man whose jagged edges have been partially smoothed over by love and care.
It had only been moments before he'd arrived here that he'd been feeling Erik at his exact opposite. The soul-tearing grief and rage after his family had been killed. The sheer pain in him had been enough to have Charles almost weeping as they'd spoken mind to mind, tears on his cheeks as he'd asked, nearly begged, Erik to come back to them. To think that Erik has gone from that man to this man is extraordinary.
They're guided into another memory. Charles sees himself at a table in a little Parisian, cafe, and he looks--
Shattered.
Charles has seen that look on himself in the mirror, but not for a long time. Back in the seventies, after he'd lost his students and his purpose-- and now the Charles in this memory looks exactly the same way. Erik invites him to Genosha, and although Charles doesn't verbally accept, he can see the relief in himself at the invitation. He knows he'll say yes.
But why? Why is he leaving his school? Why is he in Paris looking like he's lost everything? ]
You're not going to show me what happened in between. [ Charles says it somewhere between a question and a statement, because he assumes he knows the answer already. There's a reason Erik skipped over that locked door. ]
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It had only been moments before he'd arrived here that he'd been feeling Erik at his exact opposite. The soul-tearing grief and rage after his family had been killed. The sheer pain in him had been enough to have Charles almost weeping as they'd spoken mind to mind, tears on his cheeks as he'd asked, nearly begged, Erik to come back to them. To think that Erik has gone from that man to this man is extraordinary.
They're guided into another memory. Charles sees himself at a table in a little Parisian, cafe, and he looks--
Shattered.
Charles has seen that look on himself in the mirror, but not for a long time. Back in the seventies, after he'd lost his students and his purpose-- and now the Charles in this memory looks exactly the same way. Erik invites him to Genosha, and although Charles doesn't verbally accept, he can see the relief in himself at the invitation. He knows he'll say yes.
But why? Why is he leaving his school? Why is he in Paris looking like he's lost everything? ]
You're not going to show me what happened in between. [ Charles says it somewhere between a question and a statement, because he assumes he knows the answer already. There's a reason Erik skipped over that locked door. ]