X-men- First - Class

"You wanted a world where they accept us," Erik said, his voice hollow. "Look at what they did to you, Charles. Out of fear. Out of hatred."

Charles sat in a wheelchair in the bowels of a secret CIA division, a strange, bulbous helmet amplifying his own mutation. Beside him, a young man named Erik Lehnsherr stood rigid, his hands clenched behind his back. Erik didn't hear minds. He felt metal. The rivets in the walls, the fillings in the agent's teeth, the distant hum of the submarine pens below. They were all strings on his personal harp. X-men- First Class

As Erik led his Brotherhood into the ocean, Charles heard one last telepathic whisper, soft as a goodbye. "You wanted a world where they accept us,"

"You wanted a world where they accept us," Erik said, his voice hollow. "Look at what they did to you, Charles. Out of fear. Out of hatred."

Charles sat in a wheelchair in the bowels of a secret CIA division, a strange, bulbous helmet amplifying his own mutation. Beside him, a young man named Erik Lehnsherr stood rigid, his hands clenched behind his back. Erik didn't hear minds. He felt metal. The rivets in the walls, the fillings in the agent's teeth, the distant hum of the submarine pens below. They were all strings on his personal harp.

As Erik led his Brotherhood into the ocean, Charles heard one last telepathic whisper, soft as a goodbye.