There wasn‘t a day that went by that Charles didn‘t feel remorse for the people that he and his men killed. After all, they weren‘t evil mutants attempting to gain power for their own selfish reasons; some were no doubt mothers and fathers, students and service men, part time poets and church goers.
“I think we both see death in different ways.”
Charles walked to his chair and sat back down, the seat was still warm.
“I’ve enjoyed having you here with me…with us. Even my students have grown accustomed to having your peers around. This event brought us together, which is an opportunity we may never have again. You and I together could make an even greater difference.”
Charles shifted in his seat.
“However, I may be old but I’m not naive. What are you planning Erik?”