"I know," he answered simply and not just because he knew she needed to hear it. He meant it. He'd had over thirty-five years to be bitter and hate his parents and wonder why he hadn't been good enough. But he hadn't even had to wonder, because all it took was a look in the mirror to remind him why no mother could ever love him. He was a monster. But Kurt had learned a long time ago to love himself, and that was better than anything this woman could have given him with her good intentions brought on only by the prospect of a horrible death. Kurt Wagner was a little self-conscious but not self-loathing, he was proud of his abilities if not his appearance and he was independent and capable. She didn't have to be blue, she could hide. She did hide, and that was the major difference between them. That, even more than what she was here, Magneto's right hand woman, was what made him think her abandonment of him had been for the best. He would not have wanted to be raised by someone so ashamed of what they were that they had to hide.