His idea of a prize was ta advance our mutation an' make us into perfect soldiers.

[Pure disgust in her voice.] The people he hates most would've been proud of that plan.

[A brief thought of the horrors Magneto experienced as a child before she was distracted by thinking of what her mutation would have been like if she'd been forcibly 'evolved'. Mystique had grown stronger, able to even mask her scent... if she had passed through it, what would have happened to her? If she touched someone, would it have hurt them worse? Killed them, maybe? ...or would she have gained control?

The hunger for control almost took over her thoughts completely then, a visceral starvation that had her momentarily tightening her fingers against his.]