[There isn't anything more Charles can do just now. He's destroyed something crucial; a promise he made to himself to never use his powers to lash out at Erik, yes, but moreover he's overstepped himself again to strike at the vulnerable parts he was entrusted with. The fragile hope he'd cultivated about confronting him is crushed and laying invisibly next to the twisted metal, Charles watching him go with the oddly distant feeling of being left behind, too.
His message is received, it seems, leaving his mind open and inflicting Erik's pain onto himself for no other reason than he deserves to feel hurt compounded on hurt if he's caused it, no matter whose it is.
Staggering to the nearest shade, a mad grab for whatever small sanctuary he could, he bows inward and lets his face crumple into a mask of sorrow, hands pulling at his hair.]
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His message is received, it seems, leaving his mind open and inflicting Erik's pain onto himself for no other reason than he deserves to feel hurt compounded on hurt if he's caused it, no matter whose it is.
Staggering to the nearest shade, a mad grab for whatever small sanctuary he could, he bows inward and lets his face crumple into a mask of sorrow, hands pulling at his hair.]