He nodded. "I believe she will, too. We are nothing, the lot of us, if not stubborn."

He thought about his son's question. "I didn't know you existed, Pietro, until you were grown. When your mother left me, I thought myself childless. When I found out I had children, and they were mutants, it re-doubled my efforts to keep what happened to me as a child from every happening to you."

The waiter brought his coffee. Erik sipped it, looking at his son. "And now, we are back to ideology. Somehow, it always comes back to that."