Rorschach = Charles + Erik

Xavier's Manor, back door.

Charles and Erik stood at the entrance, watching a black sedan slowly drive away, their expressions varied.

Charles's face was quite complex.

No matter what, this was someone he had personally recruited, and they had spent so much time together. He hadn't expected to be the one to send her away now.

Erik, on the other hand, wore a cold expression, showing no change in his features.

"Charles, you've erased her memories, right?"

As the black sedan grew smaller in the distance, Erik suddenly remembered something and asked Charles beside him with a serious tone.

"Good heavens! Erik! She's a child who spent months with us. She's not an enemy!" Charles said to Erik, utterly speechless.

Charles's powers were never used on his own people, let alone for something as malicious as erasing memories.

"No, she isn't an enemy now. You saw how she felt about Shaw." Erik shook his head.

"So what? Just because of that, she'd help Shaw against us? Erik, you worry too much!"

"I'm just being proactive."

"Erik, listen to yourself. If we act recklessly out of fear of something that hasn't happened and never will happen, what's the difference between us and Shaw?"

"Charles, that's your problem. You always see things through rose-tinted glasses."

"And you always see things in the worst possible light!"

A faint scent of gunpowder seemed to linger in the air.

Charles and Erik looked at each other, both feeling helpless and a headache coming on.

In fact, similar arguments had occurred between them more than once, and each time, neither could convince the other.

"Rorschach, what do you think?"

Erik, too lazy to waste more words with Charles, knowing it was futile, turned to Rorschach standing nearby.

Since learning of Rorschach's actions at the CIA base, their attitudes towards him had shifted again.

Although Rorschach was still very young, they both treated him as an equal.

They had started including him in decision-making, and the original duo had effectively become a trio.

None of the other mutants questioned Charles and Erik's high regard for Rorschach; it was all deserved.

"Charles, I think Erik is right. You're too idealistic," Rorschach said after some thought.

Erik couldn't help but smile beside him, realizing he hadn't misjudged Rorschach.

"However, Erik, I think Charles is also right. You're too pessimistic," Rorschach quickly added.

Erik's shark-like grin froze.

"Hahaha!"

Charles couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Erik, you heard that. It wasn't me who said it."

"So, Rorschach, you don't agree with Charles, nor do you agree with me. If it were you, what would you do?"

Erik suppressed his shark-like smile and asked Rorschach seriously.

"I'd find a balance between the two of you. Charles, I would hold the same beautiful ideals about the world as you do. But at the same time, I would make necessary preparations to prevent the negative situation Erik foresees."

"Simply put, hope for the best, but prepare for the worst!"

Rorschach thought for a moment and honestly expressed his thoughts.

Both Charles and Erik fell into deep thought.

Rorschach had managed to combine their ways of thinking, but they themselves couldn't achieve such a balance.

After all, putting yourself in someone else's shoes was easier said than done.

A person's personality and mindset were difficult to change.

"So, how exactly are you going to handle Angel?"

Erik's voice rang out again, with a tone of wanting to get to the bottom of things.

"I will erase Angel's memories. I'm sorry, Charles, but this time, my choice is the same as Erik's."

Rorschach stated without hesitation. "There are many times when it's not about what Angel will do. If someone with ulterior motives wants to get information from Angel, they don't need Angel to speak."

Don't assume the information Angel knows is unimportant; quite the opposite.

Angel not only knew the true location of the mutant academy in the future but was also intimately familiar with the abilities of several of the elders. This was all information that could be exploited.

Take old Stryker, for example. He had heard rumors of the mutant academy for years but could never find this mysterious place. He eventually got the information from Magneto.

He immediately led his men to attack the mutant academy!

If it weren't for Wolverine holding the line, all the mutants at the school might have been captured by Stryker.

Erik's expression turned relieved again.

Charles, however, couldn't help but wonder if Erik had led Rorschach astray.

"Alright, time to head back. We've got a lot more sweating to do!"

Erik called out to Charles and Rorschach, then led the way back to Xavier's Manor.

On the extremely spacious training ground, Mystique, Beast, Darwin, Siren, and the other mutants had already assembled, waiting to begin Charles's "drilling."

"OK!"

Charles clapped his hands.

He scanned the young people present and found that their spirits and energy were completely different from before.

He felt very satisfied.

It seemed that after the Black King incident, everyone had grown more or less.

"Let me see everyone's abilities now. Don't be shy, one by one."

"After I understand your situations, I'll create individual training plans for you. Who wants to go first?"

Charles scanned the young faces before him, asking with anticipation.

Some of the young mutants were eager to try, while others looked embarrassed, but no one could escape it no matter what.

Finally, one by one, they demonstrated their current abilities in front of Charles and everyone else.

Charles couldn't help but scratch his head as he watched.

He knew they had a poor grasp of their abilities, but he hadn't expected it to be this bad. Compared to them, Rorschach's uniqueness was even more apparent.

Charles still found it hard to imagine how the other party could control his abilities so perfectly.

After all, even Erik couldn't do that right now.

"Well, everyone's situation is really... hard to describe."

Charles carefully considered his words, choosing a more tactful term.

Just as he was about to say more, Charles suddenly sensed something and immediately clapped his hands. "OK, that's all for today. Gather here again at the same time tomorrow."

The young mutants dispersed, but Erik and Rorschach stayed behind.

This was because Charles had given them a knowing glance.