Erik looks at his hands, at the memory of that coin seared into his palm.

"I don't regret killing Shaw," he says quietly. He know Charles can never condone murder, but Erik is a soldier, before he is a lover and a father. Death is in his bones.

"But that I hurt you, that you died with him," Erik shakes his head, unable to stop the tears overspilling his eyes, " I would rather die."