Because you made me love you. [ Erik's words snap, face shuttering into something distinctly animal, a pipe creaking around the line of the house. ] Because I didn't think I could any more, I didn't think it was in me and you came along and - and fighting with you is killing me, but I can't offer you anything until Shaw is dead, until that spectre is laid to rest, and even then - if it came to a war, I would fight it without a shadow of a doubt, because I won't see my people thrown low again. So what hope do we have, Charles?

[ Jaw clenching. ] You want the world to be peaceful and kind, but I have seen good men batter to death innocent children. I will fight back, I will do everything I can to protect what's mine, and you will hate me for it eventually. And I cannot go on, loving like I do, knowing that soon enough what I believe and am will poison the well.