[He remains like an animal ready to pounce, already crouched. He's already planning his next move. He could finish her off in a few moves, easily. But add a weapon and she'd be way, way easier to take down. No chances for mistakes. No accidental contact.

Her words are unnerving, though. He refuses to think of Mystique in that way.]

We were both thrown in a war. She taught me how to defend myself against the people who would see me imprisoned or dead. She abandoned your Kurt, leaving only the X-Men to protect him. My mother taught me how to survive.