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Calvin initially shies away from the touch until he makes sure Patriot is wearing gloves before making contact. When the hand is offered, he shakes it though.

"I... believe you. You look a great deal like Namor's recollection of James Buchanan Barnes... he went by Minuteman here, and died in the gas chambers. I suspect that might have gone differently in your world too."

He sighs. "In this world though, I /can't/ help you much. Once upon a time, I went by Mimic, now I go by memorial. Before Magneto recruited me, I was a terrible person who did some horrific things to survive the civil war. I fought Magneto's Brotherhood, and borrowed the powers of a woman named Anna Marie - when she tried to steal mine, she died from the shock, and I took her memories and full power, it never went away. A man came to me - Charles Xavier, we talked all night, he told me that he'd failed, and he couldn't exist in a world where Magneto was the only way. When the sun was coming up, he had me take his powers and memories... keep hope alive, he said. I joined Magneto to try and temper some of the extremes - using Anna Marie's powers... and Xavier's willpower, and those of a young woman going by 'M' to help process it all... I've been absorbing the memories of dying mutants throught the wars and now during Doom and the Skull's raids. I don't kill them... I'm keeping their memories alive, to construct a memorial someday, to be able to tell their families who they were, when some families might listen. I need to be here - just like I told my Clarice when she went searching for the Guardian Angel... who, I fear, is just a pipe dream. /But/ anyone who needs it can rest here. I help the villages too, and I'll help them. But if you go to the capital, tell Allison Blaire that Calvin will speak for you, and that you want to talk to the Tzarina. If anyone can help you, she can."