Charles could have frozen the entirety of the building, Erik included, but he senses before he even enters the office that it is too late. His head throbs with a phantom pain from just moments ago, when they lived these events last, and though some part of him knows that he could summon up the strength to delve once more into so many minds, he can't bother as he all but flies through the door.

The sight that greets him makes his blood run cold. He's seen this before, of course, has experienced this death in a way so intimate as to defy words, and it is no easier to bear, now, knowing that he was equally as helpless to prevent this murder a second time as he was the first. He stops in his tracks a few feet in front of the desk, feet seemingly glued to the floor as he stares, slack-jawed at Erik's efforts. After a long moment, he asks, in a voice breathless with anger, the simplest and most obvious question, despite the fact that he already knows the answer.

"What have you done?"