I have to live up to the name Mystique, so yes. I suppose I am. [She answers, laugh soft but tired. How long has it been now since she's managed to get sleep? Even before the music it had been hard to grasp, the pain in her leg and the apprehension in her insides over being stuck here hadn't made it easy. She tilts her head, quiet and taking a moment to really look at him. Then she's changing, scales rippling over her form until finally Midnighter is looking at himself.]
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