The smile only widened very slowly, equal parts amusement and that unusual pleasantness. "It might always be both," Mystique allowed. It was true, almost everyone who turned on her ended up dead in unpleasant places - but there were always exceptions. One didn't earn the reputation that Mystique had by being predictable, after all.
She turned to look up at him, a coy tilt to her head as her hands slipped into her pockets. "Has it died with his image, do you mean? The things which he set in motion are stronger than that, Exodus. As am I, in case you ever find yourself worried for my wellbeing again. It's very sweet of you, though."