Victor remembered you purely because of the deeds you committed. You were a woman for the people despite how much hate you received for it. He figured that had something to do with the fact that you weren’t like the others— your skin, your behavior towards the poor, your attitude, the amount of wealth you had, even your secret abilities (which only he knew about) —you were so different.

And humans didn’t like different, even without knowing you were a mutant.

When the French Revolution happened, Victor… lost you. He couldn’t remember much from that time because he had fallen into a feral state of mind, and his memories weren’t right when he was feral. He assumed you were dead— the history books said you were —and you had never reached out to him if you weren’t.

He ventured back to America, tried to forget about you, and went on with his life in the Brotherhood of Mutants. It was all that he could do, considering he had no way of reaching out to you even if he wanted, and you were dead.

That is until you show up on TV, arguing for the rights of Mutants and being considered a terrorist under human standards. He can’t say he’s surprised— you always had a thing for the lower class and those considered outcasts —but he is surprised that you’re still alive. That you had never tried to reach him.

So, he does what any sane person does… and breaks into your home. He’s midway through tearing apart one of your guards when you appear at the top of the stairs, dressed in nothing but a robe that he swears is see-through.

“Victor. What a… lovely surprise.”

He drops the body in an instant, turning to face you, and wondering if he should’ve been more… discreet. Then again, you abandoned him, so he didn’t owe you anything.