[Erik holds back the relief he wants to feel. Shaw can't be trusted, he can never be trusted. Erik had joined him on the condition that Charles not be harmed, and it was clear he had been in some way.
And Shaw, Shaw is just sitting there like that, looking all smug as usual, it's enough to make Erik want to kill him. Well, more than all the other things were enough. He loathes this man. hates him with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. Every time he looks at him, he sees his mother's death, he sees everything Shaw did to him. And adding Charles to that list is just too much.
The metal is still trembling, and one of Shaw's letter openers jumps into his hand. The touch of it isn't calming, but it makes him feel stronger. All of it does, all this metal. Shaw was stupid to let him near so much of it, and Erik swears he's going to use it against him someday.
He will kill him, he just has to be smart about it, and patient. That's going to be much harder if Charles isn't with him, in his head.]
Then what did you do? He should be-- [He stops then, forces himself to, almost giving away the game in his rage. He's sure Shaw probably knows, knew about the telepathy.
He steps forward, facing Shaw fully, glancing at each piece of metal in the room, all the things he could use.] I want to see him. Now. [A beat.] I don't trust you, and your video feeds aren't enough.
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And Shaw, Shaw is just sitting there like that, looking all smug as usual, it's enough to make Erik want to kill him. Well, more than all the other things were enough. He loathes this man. hates him with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. Every time he looks at him, he sees his mother's death, he sees everything Shaw did to him. And adding Charles to that list is just too much.
The metal is still trembling, and one of Shaw's letter openers jumps into his hand. The touch of it isn't calming, but it makes him feel stronger. All of it does, all this metal. Shaw was stupid to let him near so much of it, and Erik swears he's going to use it against him someday.
He will kill him, he just has to be smart about it, and patient. That's going to be much harder if Charles isn't with him, in his head.]
Then what did you do? He should be-- [He stops then, forces himself to, almost giving away the game in his rage. He's sure Shaw probably knows, knew about the telepathy.
He steps forward, facing Shaw fully, glancing at each piece of metal in the room, all the things he could use.] I want to see him. Now. [A beat.] I don't trust you, and your video feeds aren't enough.