[John works his jaw a little at her condescending tone, and than just simply stares at her in muted surprise at the mention of Magneto, and the fact she knows he's still alive, probably from him. There's doubt in his eyes now. Doubt about betraying Magneto, being a traitor to his own cause. All he has to do is sit in this stupid room and this stupid mansion and it would be only a matter of time before she knows everything.

Nervously, he rubs his Zippo between his hands, hardly blinking as he stares Emma down. Finally, he speaks.]

Yeah, Magneto's alive. The cure wore off. [He sighs and looks down, his expression troubled before smoothing out into indifference again. He throws Logan a "yeah, I lied, what about it" look before turning back to Emma.] He found me a little more than two month ago, recruited me again. And you know, I was more than happy to sign up. Said he had big plans. Better plans. Said this shit hole wasn't safe anymore, could never be safe. That if mutants wanted the equality we deserved, we'd have to make our own nation, superior to all others.

So yeah, I stood by his side, helped him sign mutants up. Sounded like a fucking slice of Utopia. No fighting, no crap to take. And I told him so, a few weeks ago. And he looked at me and said he thought I knew better. That there was no peace and there'd never be peace. That everybody would always want to take us down. Said if you build it, they'll come.

So... I ditched. I came here. That's it. That's all I know.