[Maybe he should shut himself off from the noise, the mess of confusion and wrath and pleading that would destroy his heart if he were listening to all of it at once, but Charles lets it slide over him, needs to know that he cares about what happens to him.

Shaking his head in refusal, his eyes show the mercy that his voice doesn't.] It's not going to be fair. He's not going to agree to stop using his powers just so you can exact your revenge. You’re so eager to die for what you think you have to do that you don’t think of what it would mean if you lived. You have to choose. Die knowing that you tried your best to avenge your mother, or live and put blood on my hands. Because believe me, Erik, you'll need me before the end of it. [Grip on the trigger tightening.] Two.