When me and Mystique finally met up again after the Dark Times we'd both of us been dead for a while. Being dead changes you. Things are always different when you claw your way back to life. Maybe it fucks you up. Maybe it straightens you out. Maybe it makes you less afraid.
Even though we were both dragging our bodies around the mortal plane again, I don't think either of us were really alive again until that moment. Until we were together again. I tell you truly sparks flew. Queen Bitch and King Bastard, back and better than ever.