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

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

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?