[Charles grits his teeth at the added pressure, not able to hold it well enough with his own hands.]
What else...could I have done? [Daken never listened to anyone else. Even telepathically, he wouldn't have listened. Charles did the only thing he had left to do, get physically in the way.]
[And if Daken was going to be cold and unemotional about this, then Charles will throw out the only unemotional card he has left] ..if...you don't help me now...you won't survive long. [How long could any mutant survive that had killed Charles Xavier? It was like painting a target on your back for all of mutant kind. Charles would never want it that way, but he knew it was inevitable.]