Erik’s jaw tightened. "I'm always thinking about Shaw."
"I can feel the sailors," Charles whispered, as they hovered outside the sub's hull in a stolen helicopter. "They're scared. They're just boys. They don't want this war." X-men- First Class
Charles had a different vision. He had grown up in a mansion, not a camp. His pain was subtler: the loneliness of being the smartest person in every room, the ache of a stepfather who called his powers a "phase." When he found Erik, he saw a brother. When he found Raven, his blue-skinned, shape-shifting foster sister, he saw a soul as fractured as his own. Erik’s jaw tightened