Charles is like, fuck you Erik. You never get to hear my voice inside your head again, you never get my help, my reassurance, my trust, my everything. You cut me out with that helmet, you betrayed me, you hurt me and abandoned me. There’s no point between rage and serenity, there’s no “old friend”, there’s just pain and anger. And I won’t go back and see the good, because I couldn’t stand it.