[She listens, solemn and quiet but not shocked. After Charles finishes she lets the silence spool out a little, letting herself process the horrors in the words, offer them some small due of vigil. And for all the horror - it does stitch together different things she's learned, brings Erik into clearer relief. When she speaks, it's soft, with the sort of incisive, sympathetic insight she so rarely allows herself about her own family.]

Oh. I think - my parents rarely talked about it. But I know Mama was the only one that survived, that he knew. And I don't think he was singled out. He didn't know what he could do until - until I was a child.

[But Charles knows that story already.]

I think part of him hated himself a lot, after he realized, for not knowing sooner, not stopping what happened. Sometimes I wonder if that's part of why he treated us the way he did. If humans weren't worth saving, was it easier to live with, that he hadn't?