Drawing in a sharp breath, Charles looked at the other man-- at his old friend, his jaw tense with frustration. Once, it had been anger, cold and absolute, and it had nearly destroyed him, just the way he'd watched it destroy Erik.

How long had they been having this argument? How many times with Erik need to murder that man, before he was satisfied?

"Shall we start this old, worn-out record again?" he said, taking a sip of his tea. "I'm sure you're tired of it."