Mystique smiled slightly as her hands fell back to her sides. "Even I scar, Logan," she told him. "It's harder to do, but it's possible." She had two others on her back, almost imperceptible if you didn't know they were there - London, barbed wire, stupidity.
Maybe they both reminded her of something, maybe not. "Anyway," she pointed out slowly. "It's not me who needs something to remember you by."