[Logan's screams stop as Polaris halts and Mystique eyes her cautiously as the younger woman turns to glance over her shoulder. The glob of adamantium, perhaps the size of a large marble, floats in the air, spinning faster and faster as Lorna's eyes flick from Kevin to John to Mystique in the guise of her father. There is the barest of nods from the elderly gentleman Mystique is wearing, and Lorna straightens, the adamantium orb, floating over to hover above Magneto's outstretched hand.]

A good enough point you make, Wither. We'll bide our time, wait until he's coherent. He's worth more to us alive. [Magneto's eyes meet Lorna's and there is an unspoken promise between them.] For now.