"I can't," Tony tried to interrupt, but quieted when Mystique made her confident ultimatum to seethe and boil over again when she tried to make it sound like this was somehow about him. God knows, Tony was the last person who liked to admit it wasn't, but this was sufficiently big enough to warrant the blow. "Running away, leaving them behind will not be what saves them," he snapped, talking over Mystique again to bury her question and her little distractions and seductions. That technique had worn thin, and Tony honestly didn't know what she had left when she wasn't pretending. It must not have been much because this play was a particularly sour one if she honestly thought that was how you appeal to the good guys. "Please, stop-- whatever thrill you get from doing this, it's embarrassing. Go home-- go anywhere, just leave. I have work to do."