A bemused expression flashed across her face. "Try suggesting that to Charles, please. But make sure I'm there when you do. I'm his sister." Not by blood. And not by Raven's reckoning. But by his? She was and always would be his sister.

Her expression grew serious as she thought more carefully about what he'd said.

"So in your time, Erik has started taking in young mutants again." She studied him. "How old are you." She and Angel had been in their twenties when he'd encouraged them to join him. She, at least, had been slightly sheltered with her days of stealing from houses long past. Angel had been much more world-weary.

And now Raven was the world-weary one and Angel was dead.