"You're not one of them," he said, spitting the words. "Genes or not, you're not blind by ignorance," he snarled, pissed and not trying to hide it. "When I refer to them that way I mean the whole lot of them that would kill mutant babies and lock us in camps. You're not one of them no matter that you have Superior genes."

He didn't back away, staring at her. "You should rejoice. You're lucky."

Even as he talks about camps and is faking his own death.