Raven remained silent for a long time, then gently shook her head, her gaze sincere.
"I think Vought is a good place. Charles, why don't... you stay too?"
At those words, everyone present turned their eyes to Charles, quietly awaiting his final decision.
Charles lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. In the end, he slowly shook his head, his original conviction unchanged in his eyes.
"I still want to follow my own path. I have to stop Shaw myself. I can't let him unleash a catastrophe and slaughter the innocent. The Boss's plans are too cold and cruel. True peace should never be built on the sacrifice of countless ordinary people."
Beside him, Erik immediately let out a cold scoff, his voice dripping with mockery.
"Naive. I happen to think every word Vought's Boss said made sense. Whether ordinary people live or die has nothing to do with us mutants. Can you save everyone in the world? Countless mutants are suffering persecution at the bottom of society, struggling to survive. You turn a blind eye to them, yet pity ordinary people who have nothing to do with us. If I weren't determined to kill Shaw with my own hands and settle my blood debt, I'd choose to join Vought right now too."
Charles said nothing.
Naive? Perhaps.
But even if the road ahead was difficult and no one agreed with him, he still wanted to give his all for a peace in which both sides could coexist.
Moira gently held Charles's arm and softly patted his shoulder, her voice firm as she said:
"I support your choice. Mutants and ordinary people share the same roots. We're all human. Our groups shouldn't fight and kill one another, much less recklessly sacrifice one side's lives to favor the other. Your