John tensed at her wording, shoulders drawing up and that heat rising within him. He doesn't even mean to but those words, they just leave him hurting and he hates hurting. Not even words. Just a word. "So what? Being mutant means you're not human," he asked, challenging her because if she isn't human then what is he?

"Well, this not a human," he said, voice rough, fairly crackling. "Didn't know he was not human until he burned down a village at the age of twenty five so take that as you will."