It's dizzying. Back and forth and back again. Charles barely has a chance to catch his breath before the change happens anew, and he is once more standing in an increasingly familiar hallway. What power has brought them there remains a frustrating mystery, the island surely the only culprit to blame, though it is presently a world away. Even so, Charles can't waste the time to give the matter any more thought, rushing instead into the office, but careful to shield himself and Billy from all eyes save Erik's.

Erik.

Erik, whose hands are deceptively clean from the blood he just spilled in the name of vengeance. Erik, who stands before him as beaten as he did the day this was first lived. Erik, who will kill Shaw no matter what happens here. Had Charles been a fool to ever think he could guide anyone away from such a well-laid path?

What do you mean to do? he asks of Erik wordlessly, his voice that of his older self. Do you see, now?