Maryanne was definitely not oblivious to what she served on his table. Nor did she think that he was absolutely honest to what he was feeding them. But she also figured he would appreciate the need to disguise what she fed people.
"That I am an abomination, spawn of Satan, something fit to be snuffed out of the world forever. And something to be especially feared, so much so that each and every one of the mutants left in existence was put on a list." She brought her drink to her lips and took a long sip. Licking it free from her lips. "And if you went by what my father thought, I was a traitorous bitch that hid behind my brother on purpose." Her eyes flashed a bit. Pupil contracting into a narrow slit, like a cats eye, before she blinked it away. "But what I am, in actuality is a survivor. Above all else. Because I will endure, and I will survive, until I decide I can't anymore. That is my lot, that is my curse." Maryanne was honest with him. There was no shame in her words. No undue emotion.