It's becoming blatantly obvious that his methods of finding Magneto: threatening, mauling, stealing, and charming- are not proving as efficient as he would like. He's wasted days already, and though he has not slept and barely eaten; he still feels as though he's letting his chére down.

He gets sick when he thinks of what those fils de pute are doing to her, so he doesn't let himself think too often. He'd lose his sanity if he let his mind wander to the agony she must be suffering; while he goes around getting nothing done-

It hits him one night, as he sits on Rogue's bed and holds her stuffed animals close:

Mystique is the answer to getting Magneto.


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