"I don't need a psychiatrist." Magneto looked Schiller in the eyes and said very seriously, "You don't need to use excuses like 'I'm not here to treat you,' or 'Charles merely asked me to check on you,' to carry out your duties as a psychiatrist."
"What exactly do I have to do to make you believe that I'm neither here to treat you nor planning to change any of your beliefs?" Schiller asked.
"Leave." Magneto answered.
"You mean that if I'm not here to treat you, then there's nothing for us to discuss?"
Schiller looked into Magneto's eyes and said with utmost sincerity, "I thought that among the few remaining peers of the same generation in this world, there should be more to talk about. Or, even if you don't want to revisit the past, we could discuss the future of Mutants..."
"What do you want to talk about?" Magneto rested his fingertips against the side of his cup. The tea leaves in the water began to spin, forming several tiny whirlpools.
"Actually, we both know that the Brotherhood and the X-Men aren't on good terms. You've been through too many wars with each other. Although you and Charles are personally close, it's difficult for either of you to influence everyone else's thinking. You've run into precisely this problem now, haven't you?"
"This is the Mutants' own affair." Magneto's expression chilled, but Schiller immediately said:
"Of course. I have no intention of directing you. It's just that the plan for Mutants to relocate to the Andromeda galaxy was formulated jointly by Professor Charles and me, and I have a responsibility to monitor its implementation..."
"If you believe you can resolve this issue yourselves, then naturally I won't interfere. But if it isn't resolved in time and affects the efficiency of