Charles listened to all of this, knowing damn well what Blake thought of him, but he remained passive and quiet. Irritatingly passive and quiet as always, unlike his earlier outburst of annoyance. Sitting back? Letting the situation run? Please.
"I'm not entirely certain if you are aware of the situation, Commander Blake," began Charles. "You have your files and you have your top-secret insights, but none of that can really explain to you the relationship between Eric Lehnsherr and myself. We're in the middle of a constant chess match, and while it seems like he is busy running the country, I assure you he is making every possible effort to be aware of what I am doing. He may have granted us back power, but it's only to keep a closer watch. Telephone conversations and electronic correspondences are being watched. Eric is completely aware that if anyone will stop him, it will be some grand design of the X-Men. It always has been. Whenever he makes a move I have always been there to counter. Eric would have taken over the country twenty years ago if it weren't for my efforts, Commander. Not the army, not the police, not the government's, but mine."
Charles, quite frankly, had had quite enough of being criticized, and he was tired of being looked at in that way, of the poor old man in the wheelchair who hadn't the slightest clue what he was doing. He was doing his best. "Cerebro has been disabled and no one but Eric Lehnsherr knows how to get it working again. We've had to do extensive repairs on the Blackbird, the Danger Room, and all of the X-Men's communications. Without Cerebro, I cannot find or contact allies by psychic means. With our telephone and e-mail conversations bugged, I can't contact allies by those means, either. Scott has been making a phenomenal effort communicating by handwritten notes to the X-Men, we have been holding meetings in private, and the X-Men have been sent out, scattering across the area to find allies in other superheroes who have agreed to come together and organize in a unified battle against Magneto. However, our numbers are too small at present to have any sort of success against a nationwide Brotherhood network. Our resources are so cut that we have to work slowly, but I assure you, Commander, we are working." He frowned deeply, leaning back in his chair. "You don't know about it because you are not a member of the X-Men and we, quite frankly, haven't sought your assistance because you have none to offer that is of any practical use at present."