“Erik, what did you do?!” Charles hisses at the man, frustrated as his eyes flickered between Erik and the quivering child in the corner of the room. He didn’t think he’d be coming back to this, and yet here he was; faced with a scared child and a very angry mutant leader.

“What had to be done. Her Father is a mutant-hating politician. Maybe now he’ll think twice.” Charles can feel the hatred in his words, like it’s almost palpable on his tongue, like some sort of weight that makes his stomach churn in pain.

He would’ve never let Erik do this had he known what was going to happen, but there was nothing he could do to take it back now; not when Erik wouldn’t hesitate to stop him.

Charles rubs his face, shaking his head as he wondered how he could’ve ever thought Erik would genuinely change. The man was hateful towards humans, and that extended even to you.

“Alright just… it’s okay. We’re not going to hurt you.” He tries to be gentle as he approaches you, holding his hands out in a show of submission. Charles could only be thankful that Erik hadn’t harmed you in any way.

“Let’s get you something to eat, yeah? Would you like that?” He knows you’re hungry even without using his powers to read your mind (which he knew he shouldn’t do, but in cases like this, it was kind of needed). All he could do now was try to take care of you, even though he knew he should’ve returned you to your Father.