[Charles isn't exactly bothering to erect much of a barrier between their minds right now, and the thought makes him want to be sick, because as much as they don't agree, even though everything he seems to hear about their future has the two of them as enemies rather than friends, he really doesn't want to live in a world without his friend, and he's not going to let him freeze to death out here in the snow.]
He's gone, Erik, Shaw's not here. He's dead. It's over. [We killed him was the desperate, painful thought, because Charles was just as accountable, wasn't he? He was a murderer, too.
His hands were cold. He hadn't had time to grab gloves before following Erik out here, and he swallowed thickly, trying to fight past the tightness in his throat.]
I don't know what's happening, but please come back inside.
[Spam]
He's gone, Erik, Shaw's not here. He's dead. It's over. [We killed him was the desperate, painful thought, because Charles was just as accountable, wasn't he? He was a murderer, too.
His hands were cold. He hadn't had time to grab gloves before following Erik out here, and he swallowed thickly, trying to fight past the tightness in his throat.]
I don't know what's happening, but please come back inside.