Magneto's temper rises. He's unused to being contradicted, or even interrupted. He locks eyes with his grandson, and one can almost envision the unspoken exchange between the two of them. With the unrest in portions of his nation, he's almost recalled the mission as it was more than once. He very nearly does so, or at least uses that suggestion verbally now - or any number of others.
He is Magneto, he does not take well to being challenged. He does not compromise his ideals.
And with that thought, two things make his mind up.
First, Sam Guthrie. The comments once exchanged on how those very ideals, the inability to bend, to see the world changing would cost him those who might believe him. That the tighter he closed his grip, the more students would slip through the cracks. He lost them, failed Charles, failed their chance at compromise - and whatever she may think of him, he does not want to lose his daughter.
Second, Andrew himself. He had expected some flinch, or further sign of disrespect. He finds neither. Instead, they meet eyes, and he sees... himself.
It wouldn't matter if he recalled them, if he forbade Charlotte, any of it. He wouldn't change any minds any more than all of Xavier's idealism has changed his.
"On one condition. You will let Angelo transport you back and forth. Xavier's may be as safe as the embassy, but the open road isn't. Please do not try and push me further."
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