[Erik fights back a shudder. God, Charles knows, knows because Shaw has told him. And he's not even aware that he's missed the blood on his neck, not does he want to think about where he was before he came here. Shaw is going to die painfully for making him do these things, for everything he's done to all of them.

He clenches his fists, then forces himself to look calm.] Of course I'm sure. That's where I've been. I'm sorry you can't read my mind to confirm it. [Thank god he can;t. Erik hates himself for thinking that, but he still does.]

I... I haven't killed anyone. [He forces himself to look at Charles, his expression going from sad to masked. Or trying to, anyway.] Now, can't we just talk about something else? Or are you going to keep accusing me of being a murderer? [You are a murderer, a little voice in the back of his head states. And you're killing your own kind now. Charles would hate you if he knew what you've become.

Erik wants to kiss him, too, to cross the short distance and take him in his arms. But... he doesn't deserve to and he knows it.]