We shall see. [Mystique spares a chuckle for herself, John never did have much of a sense of humour. Perhaps it's the gesture, or the offering itself, but she softens. Slightly. She turns her back to John to go to the window and peer out, thoughtfully. It's a sign of tempered trust, at least one of Erik's. Her eyes drift to Mortis leaning against a tree, bundled in a parka over her uniform, watching as one of Madrox's dupes builds a campfire.] I can say one thing for certain: he will not be killing you today.
MYSTIQUE/MAGNETO - Kayt