Erik doesn't know what he's meant to do. He stares balefully and pleadingly at Charles, as though asking what he must do -- what he possibly can do. I don't know what to do, Charles, he broadcasts, hopeless and tinged with the edge of despair. I don't know what I'm meant to accomplish by being here and soon, very soon, he's going to take her from me again.

His focus is being pulled in two different directions and he's finding it difficult to focus on the both.