I know. [ Pietro nods, and that much is more sincere than anything else he's said. ] You didn't even try.

[ And his Charles Xavier did. He lets the implication hang there for a beat, unspoken. He shouldn't have said that aloud, he shouldn't even let the conversation go down that path, but he needs to remind himself, too, that Charles isn't to blame. It's important (and difficult, with the echos of his other self still rattling around in his head) to make that distinction. ]

I simply didn't care, once she was gone. I thought— it seemed fair somehow, to kill all of you, too, for the things you might do.