[He stretches a hand out toward that lamp without looking at it, with every intention of stilling it (though the hinges on her door are still spinning behind him, twisting one way and then the other). His ability against hers, and he doesn't know who would win, with his diminished state. He doesn't particularly care, either. It's simply a distraction he wants to cease.]

You're wrong, [he says dryly, voice still carrying that dangerously calm tone. It was the same voice he'd spoken in when he drove a coin through Shaw's brain.] He cares too much about people to be concerned with only my comfort.

[Because he doesn't believe, at all, that Charles would only speak for him, when other people are suffering. That isn't the man he knows.]

You shouldn't have had to go through that, and neither should I. Neither should Ivy, or Raistlin, or any other mutant here. They've taken a part of us, Wanda. I know you understand that. And I know you think you can earn it back, when the reality is that we shouldn't have to.

[His hand shifts away from the lamp, holding it out to her instead. Erik can be a threatening man; he's tall, he's intense, he's often angry, but he isn't angry at her. He doesn't want her to hate him.]

I am not the man you know. I am not looking for special treatment, I am - and always have been - looking for what is right. And this isn't right.