[ Standing before him, stance a bit broader than his shoulders and the new book securely tucked under his arm. ] It's just something I had to do. You know how empathetic I get. In the beginning, if I didn't learn to distinguish what my feelings were and what belonged to someone else, I'd never know the difference. The same applies to memories in some aspects. I'm not saying I can recall the memories I've pulled from others with perfect clarity, nor can I keep them from decaying any more than I can with my own, but they do need to be set apart. I can think better that way.

[ Quirking a smile, inordinately pleased that Erik has taken a keen interest in the workings of Charles' mind. ] I can show you that room, too, if you'd like to see it.