Watching Edwin for a few seconds in silence confirmed Charles that he wasn't going to lose it. Not yet. He could later, he could scream and cry and yell and whatever at Charles, but first they needed to get out of here. And alive, however bloody hilarious that sounded.

"Alright, here I go," Charles muttered, eying the piece of wood. He wondered if it was going to do more damage if he took it out but they definitely needed it out before they would even try to get back to their spectral states, for sure. He put a hand on Edwin's shoulder first, squeezing just gently to reassure him. "It's... I think it's gonna hurt," Charles warned. And for some reason that statement made his throat dry. The last thing he ever wanted for Edwin was to feel pain. And now he had a body to experience it with. Charles closed his eyes for a second to focus. Then he grabbed the wood and slowly attempted to get it out.