“She still does.”
“Raven…h-how…how are you feeling?”
“ you ask me how I feel? Why? to try and send another bullet through me?"
"you tried to kill me. You spilled my blood over the steets of Paris, you who once taught me to accept myself, who I trusted. Yes .. Erik - I am feeling fine thank you"
Erik let out a deep sigh, not meeting her accusing gaze out of shame. "Raven, you have to understand…the situation is far more complicated than you realize…”
“My…feelings for you aside…the survival of our entire race was hanging in the balance. And, in comparison to that, your life, my life…they mean nothing, don’t you see?”
“I’m not going to apologize for my actions. Nor would I think you would expect me to. But, regardless…your well being is nonetheless a small relief given the current crisis…”
He knew disaster had yet to be averted, and there was work to be done to ensure Trask and the rest of humanity didn’t win; to ensure that the future was secure for all mutants.
And yet, Raven - Mystique - had been his most loyal soldier; stayed by his side even when all others had fallen. He did genuinely care for her, and he felt obligated to make sure she was alright, at the very least.
“ She had family… "
"She still does.”

“Raven…h-how…how are you feeling?”