"Maybe," the blond agreed with a shrug and a nod. "People here don't see them as special. They see them as freaks... mistakes." Any happiness he'd managed to build up left his face as he contemplated that thought. Mistakes shouldn't exist and were often 'corrected' by others who thought themselves superior. He'd been corrected once, and here he was making himself into a mistake once more. Such was his life, he supposed.

Somehow this just solidified his resolve, and after a moment the young man clenched his fists and gained a look of determination rather than defeated contemplation. "I just have to make this my own."