[ Charles flinches. His footsteps falter, and he leans back against one of the rubble walls. Rubs his palms over his eyes, with a long sigh. ]

To be perfectly honest, I don't know how to walk this balance. I've never truly tried before. I've been the man who forces or kills to make a point. But there must be a middle ground. There must be a way to be the psychic I am without hurting someone else. It's that hope that's keeping me going.

Otherwise I might as well start my quest for world domination the brutal, old-fashioned way.