Magneto had always assumed that because Pietro did not lead the others, and often ran away from things, that he was a stupid coward. This had worked to his advantage, even if it had been disappointing, so he wasn't too bothered about it. As he felt the weapon of glass held to his throat, however, he realized his mistake. Blue eyes had always been watching him, learning the art of lying, deceit and betrayal. "I learned my lessons well, Father," Pietro whispered in his ear, a chilling sound. "Now don't you wish you had taught me the right ones?"