"I'll get right to the point," Victor said. "I need your help."
The other man eyed him intently, but said nothing.
"I know this isn't the fight you have chosen. You have dedicated your life to peaceful coexistence between mutants and ordinary humans--a battle made all the more difficult by President Kaufman's divisive and hate-fueled administration. That you persist is evidence, at least to me, of the greatness of your character."
"Victor...." he began.
"I also recognize that you are a man of great power--more powerful than either of us may truly comprehend. I have enormous respect for that. I understand that you are loathe to use your powers, for fear of the damage you may cause, and I respect that, as well.
"But this invasion is bigger than any of that. I threatens all of us--mutants, normal humans, and everyone else. Even with the allies I currently have, I don't think we can prevail without you.
"So I have come to implore you for aid. I will beg if I must."
"Old friend," he said, smiling solemnly, "You need not beg assistance of me. I know what's at stake, for all of us. If Earth is to be saved, we must be the ones to save it. Any aid I can give you, I offer freely."