Cuba. [Charles was quiet as he tried to think back to the past. If Erik was from Cuba, stepping out of the submarine, then that was just after he had killed Shaw. His eyes closed and he reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He wouldn't remember anything else that happened, not having lived it himself. The shot. Dallas. Paris. All the memories that were harsh and dark to him were memories Erik wouldn't know.

He sighed. His shoulders slumped as he opened his eyes and looked up at Erik.] That's nothing to the serum he gives me.

[He rose to his feet and moved over to stand beside Erik, staring out the window.] It's terrible here and yet you won't go back. How do you change the world for the better if you give up on it?