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Shaw's helmet...

Shaw's mutants...

And now Shaw's operation...

All his and Erik feels like he's erasing Shaw... Schmidt... from existence.

He'll take over everything, every plan already set in place and improve it, use it... nothing will be wasted. He hated Shaw, but his methods bore fruit.

Picking up the topmost file on Shaw's antique oak desk, the one labeled Seer, he opens it and...

Barely makes it to the trashcan before he throws up, lightheaded, stomach churning with dread and revulsion. Because there, in the file...

Xavier, Charles Francis...

Telepath...

Methods of enhancement... pain... sensory deprivation...

Methods of elimination...

Erik keeps throwing up, fearing he might never stop.

And when Erik's too tired and too raw from all the hate and anger, he comes back, drops to his knees next to Charles' wheelchair and lays his bare head in his friend's lap.

And Charles runs his fingers gently through Erik's hair, blanketing his mind with warmth and acceptance, his soft words - You're not alone, my friend... - wafting through it.

And Erik's tempted, oh so tempted...

But in the end, he always leaves, pressing a dry kiss to Charles' forehead, strengthened anew by the knowledge that there's an absolute good in his world worth fighting for.