âWould that I could.â
He responded wryly, eyes leaving Apocalypse to stare towards the farthest wall. Everything in the cell was BLANK, four slate gray brick walls that dully reflected the light of the overhead florescents. Charles had always found it distasteful to keep such a place, and had taken care to make sure that it was as far from the school as possible. Still, it had proved its use time and again from preventing weaker mutants from wreaking havoc.Â
And now? Well, Apocalypse certainly was a weaker mutant, as it stood now. His intentions (last Charles knew of) had been wiping out most of mankind. Seemed like proper justification for keeping him in confinement until things grew clearer, and yetâŠthere was a part of him whispering âyou like it donât you, the CONTROLâ. It was silenced by the distraction tugging at the front of his shirt. Charles looked down his nose at the other, not sure whether he should laugh or pity the man.
   âPerhaps this is your penance, for what you almost did to me.
   It was YOUR failure which gifted me your abilities, and left you
   a shell of yourself. Considering your old ideals, where does that
   leave you and I? Would I be justified in killing you, just as you
   believed YOU were in threatening humanity?â
His voice had risen steadily, and every seemed intensified by that cold blue gaze piercing through the manâs dark eyes. This was true anger, contempt for the man who would deem himself worthy of such a demand after all he had done. There was no question that Charles would have felt the same, amplified powers or not.
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