[At the outburst Shaw leans in and gets right in Charles' face. His expression is curious, fascinated but detached, and his voice completely unsurprised.] I was there when Magneto was born, professor. I saw him when he was at his weakest. I raised him like he was my own son. [And the sick, disgusting part is that this is truly how he views it: Erik is Shaw's progeny, for all intents and purposes.] You offer him hope but I gave him purpose. He doesn't need your hope.

[Shaw eyes the door of the cell and turns back to look at Charles.] Would punching me make you feel any better, do you think?