Despite the circumstances now, Regan couldn't help but briefly look back on the collage of their old friendship, put together on a wall of her memory. If she cared to think about it hard enough, she might've said that it was one of the few good memories she had. But she didn't. Regan smiled sheepishly. "I appreciate you not holding it against me. I know it's--" Well, let's just say if her father tried to pull half the rubbish Magneto did on Pietro, she'd make sure Daddy lived the rest of his life trapped in a nightmare. But she wasn't Pietro and Magneto wasn't Daddy, and as a master of twisted mind games, she could appreciate Magneto's outrageous tactics. It made the dynamic between father and son morbidly interesting. With the shake of her head, she said, "If it helps, there are no restrictions on how often we can see each other."