Victor didn’t consider himself what you would call a “good person.” He had killed, assaulted, harassed, tortured, and done a slew of irredeemable things to people (some of those things he couldn’t even remember).

But you… you were his little light.

He adored you more than anything— more than he should’ve —seeing as he was a psychotic, sociopath who normally didn’t feel these kinds of things for anyone. Since discovering you, he had made it his goal to give you a relatively good life. You were a mutant like him, though you couldn’t fully control yourself yet, but that was fine.

With the Brotherhood, even though he despised most of the people here, you were able to understand your abilities better. He often found you wandering the compound, showing off your drawings to whoever would look, or playing games with the other mutants. He supposed this was better than what he could’ve given you— life on the run as a mutant —and likely captured by the government given his track record.

He’s speaking with Mystique one day, talking about something more of an irritation than anything, when you appear with one of your drawings. “Da! Look! Look!” You point to it excitedly, your chubby cheeks stretched with a smile, and he’s immediately latching on to you— completely forgetting that Mystique was watching him.

“Oh, that’s so good, Princess.” He’s quick to pick you up, ruffling your hair and sniffing you, trying to make sure you haven’t been around any unsavory members. He damn near hated everyone in this place, and very few were allowed to be around you under his standards.