"Don't listen to her, son. We're your family," Mystique pleaded. But there was something off. She didn't belong there. He could feel that much at least. And Storm's words... on some level, they rang true.

When he tried to imagine his father, it came up blank. But thinking about what she said - foster parents. Germany. It sounded right. He blinked. Remembering.

He turned to face Storm with uncertainty etched across his face. He tried for a weak smile that quickly disappeared. "They're gonna be furious with me if they find out about this." He then continued on with a serious tone. "Storm, we... we have to get out of here."