Charles barely gives the pictures a glance, his attentions more on Stryker. "A war you're prepared to start." This sounded all too familiar, he could almost hear himself telling Erik this what seemed ages ago. Now it was back at his doorstep. He leans forward as far as he can in the chair, trying to appeal to any sense of humanity left in this man. "They are just children. How can you justify hurting them in this way?"