"Everyone, I'm sorry. Truly sorry!"
That evening.
After the mutants finished dinner, they gathered in the first-floor hall, where Charles, Erik, and Moira appeared.
Moira addressed everyone with an apologetic expression.
"Because of the incorrect intelligence I provided, I put everyone in danger. I'm deeply ashamed. This was my mistake, and I won't deny it."
"Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt during this operation. Otherwise, I truly wouldn't know how to face you all."
Moira spoke sincerely, from the bottom of her heart.
"I also bear an inescapable responsibility."
Charles reflected on his own mistakes as well. "Everyone trusted me, yet I led everyone into Shaw's trap. This operation was an utter failure, and I must bear the primary responsibility."
Erik stood to one side without saying a word.
To be honest, Erik did not feel that this failure was something to apologize for. War was simply like that, full of accidents and uncertainty.
Whether it was Moira, Charles, himself, or anyone else, they had all done the best they could. That was enough.
"Moira, Charles, how can this be your fault?"
Raven immediately stood up to comfort Moira and Charles. "Shaw was simply too cunning. He carefully laid this trap for us, and none of us saw it coming."
"Exactly. Don't blame yourselves too much. Aren't we all fine?"
"In my opinion, this is actually a good thing. We all learned about our own shortcomings, didn't we?"
The other mutants also spoke up one after another. No one blamed Moira or the others; they were all sensible people.
"Thank you all for your understanding and trust."
After reflecting on his mistakes, Charles made another request of everyone.
"You're right. This operation was not a complete failure. We did gain something from it."
"For example, at the very least, we