Sabretooth quickly turned his head as a soft click from the door was heard. It would be hardly recognizable to mere humans, even most mutants, but his unique mutations allowed his ears to pick up minute sounds that would be otherwise 'over-looked'. A beautifully familiar scent swept past his nose and he closed his eyes, relishing in it. It was his favorite scent of all. It was the essence of happiness, love, death, sorrow, and pain. It was the very torture of the world that they lived in combined into one physical form. The smell lingered still, and finally, she walked through the door.

Sabretooth's hard and cruel face broke for a small smile as his 'sister' walked toward him. He realized that she and he had a kind of connection that he had never felt with anyone else before. It wasn't a romantic bond, but still loving. Maybe more than brother and sister, but no more. Sabretooth shook his head; he was confusing himself. Better to leave the thinking to someone who was good at it. He tuned back to the shape-shifter...

"Why Sabe, I do believe you're staring," Mystique faked a southern accent.

Sabretooth sighed and internally grinned. She could be so nice sometimes, and sweet... almost innocent. He scoffed at the thought:

If innocence was murdering hundreds and plotting deadly schemes...

His thoughts were interrupted by a somewhat worried voice:

"Sabe? You okay?"

He shook his head, dismissing his day dreaming, and smiled, his large fangs gleaming. "Never better."

Mort watched as the blue woman in front of him walked away. Yes, through their entire conversation, he had tried to only pretend to be Toad. But of course, Toad was stronger than Mortimer, and the mutant had won. The whole time he fought with himself, trying to let his sanctuary make him who he wanted to be: Mortimer Toynbee. Or was that what he really wanted to be? He wasn't sure, and it was tearing him apart. He was afraid that if he didn't choose soon, he would be forced into only one identity, and it may be disastrous.

Slowly, he backed away from the spot he sat and pulled himself onto a large boulder protruding from the ground. He rested his chin on a fist and thought about the happenings of a few moments prior. Mystique had told him of a plan. A plan that would finally give the advantage to the Brotherhood, and Toad was the leading man. He had to perform the final act, a redeeming movement.

His mission was to steal then kill the one who stole powers—that girl. It would be simple enough.

No! What are you saying? This is an innocent life!

'I've done it before. It's easy. Just focus on her pain, and watch yours just wash away.'