He leans back against the wall by the door, watching her with hooded eyes. "I think..."

He pauses as he considers that answer, just what it could be. He could make a lot of lies, he could make up stories. Or he can tell her the truth.


"I think they are, as a group, out of control. Humans individually are good people but as a society they are monsters. More so than the mutants they hate. We have become what we are because of them," he admitted.

"Though I would point out, you're not one of them." He paused because it suddenly hit him, given her reaction, that she didn't know.

"You know you're not human, right?"