solitaire | ♥ my love is selfish and it cares not who it hurts

♥ my love is selfish and it cares not who it hurts

Oh, sorry - not making much sense, am I? We're mutants. Me and Cable Summers.

I see.

[ ... ]

I was in a world once where the people in charge tried to have everyone they considered a mutant killed. But mutants there were anyone that had special abilities, or something that made them look like they might not be human.

Is it the same for your world?

Similar, I suppose. There are a lot of different ways to get powers, or abilities. With mutants its all the same--our genes. We're a separate species. Homo superior.

_{( And even as he types that, he rolls his eyes. He's never been one for the superiority rhetoric. )}

But the prejudice is probably the same. The danger. Most people don't like us, much, no matter what we do.

[So that's it. The difference isn't that they have abilities, but it's built into their bodies. From the moment they're born, there's something different about a "mutant" than everyone else.

Even so, he's right. The danger probably isn't much different, and neither is the way people treat you.]

It doesn't seem fair.

[Which may be a little stupid to say, she supposes. She's aware that very few things are fair.]

I'm sorry your world is like that.

Every place has got its ups and downs, petite. It's no better or worse than anywhere else.

_{( And despite all, it's home. He rather likes it, most days. )}

[With the more worlds she gets to see, she's starting to believe that. As different as they seem on the surface, most are the same.]

I think you're right.

If he can read minds, can you do that too?