[Once he sat back down, he was much calmer. A part of Charles regretted immediately his rash decisions. If he had his powers, he would reverse it and pick up the pieces of the shattered glass that now lay upon the floor. He glanced over at it, cursing himself inwardly for acting so rash and immaturely. He was better than that.]

Erik... The treatment for my spine? It affects my DNA. It's not... I sacrificed my powers so I can sleep. So that the voices...

[His voice trailed off, looking away from Erik. He took the glass easily, sipping at it. Erik would never understand. He saw the powers a different way than Charles did. No matter the justification, the fact that Charles suppressed them at all would always cause Erik to look down upon him.]