[ for a moment he ponders being silent, simply to be obstinate.
actually, that sounds like a lovely idea. the man in front of him is someone he'd rather never let through even an inch. he knows what he's done to Erik, and that in and of itself is enough to send rage boiling through his veins - whether it be his own, or Erik's -- but it can't be Erik's now, Erik is out of reach, and that makes Charles entirely happy to be obstinate to Sebastian Shaw. he merely stares him down as he grasps onto the bars, watches him through thick lashes as if he might be able to read his mind if he got close enough. he thinks he just might be able to catch glimpses of thought, but he's not so sure if it's a realistic thing or if it's simply the sliminess that oozes off the other man.
it's disgusting, and he doesn't particularly want anything to do with the other man. he lets the silence instead stretch on uncomfortably long before finally responding. ] I don't trust you not to poison me at this point. [ cold, almost as icy as that particular telepath that Shaw has by his side most of the time. ]
I don't know what you're attempting to do, but isn't this the opposite of what your objective was? Weren't you attempting to create a world of mutants? By taking powers away, you're entirely invalidating your cause, my friend. Just something I've noticed. [ he offers an entirely false smile. ]
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actually, that sounds like a lovely idea. the man in front of him is someone he'd rather never let through even an inch. he knows what he's done to Erik, and that in and of itself is enough to send rage boiling through his veins - whether it be his own, or Erik's -- but it can't be Erik's now, Erik is out of reach, and that makes Charles entirely happy to be obstinate to Sebastian Shaw. he merely stares him down as he grasps onto the bars, watches him through thick lashes as if he might be able to read his mind if he got close enough. he thinks he just might be able to catch glimpses of thought, but he's not so sure if it's a realistic thing or if it's simply the sliminess that oozes off the other man.
it's disgusting, and he doesn't particularly want anything to do with the other man. he lets the silence instead stretch on uncomfortably long before finally responding. ] I don't trust you not to poison me at this point. [ cold, almost as icy as that particular telepath that Shaw has by his side most of the time. ]
I don't know what you're attempting to do, but isn't this the opposite of what your objective was? Weren't you attempting to create a world of mutants? By taking powers away, you're entirely invalidating your cause, my friend. Just something I've noticed. [ he offers an entirely false smile. ]