[*pats gently* You'll survive! YOU CAN DO IT! ...It's okay. I have the memory of a goldfish so no worries. <3]
"We're in a school full of children. We feed them as well as we can, but inevitably they have the sweet teeth and we go along with it. If I wasn't dashing about the school so much, I'd be putting on weight." Which might not have been the worst thing. Like this, Hank was a bit of a beanpole. Funny how his other form was quite the opposite.
Aurus was walking himself into a very deep philosophical debate, one that Charles and he had many times before and one that the whole world was working together to try and understand right now. He took a breath, thinking about it and where to even start with such a difficult-to-tackle subject. Hank put down his fork, both hands curling around the warmth of his coffee cup, wanting to talk about this properly and get Aurus on the right foot. "...I suppose it won't be different in your world, I hope it is, but here... Humans tend to fear anything different. Even amongst each other, the color of their skin can inspire hatred. Now, with mutants that can potentially be dangerous, more dangerous than them, it inspires even more hatred. Even in people who don't hate, it tends to inspire mistrust. Parents don't know how to handle a child who can light on fire or levitate or comes out of the womb bright red or blue. So right now, a lot of mutants hide it, if they can. They don't want to be feared or hated or mistrusted just because of how they were born. Worse, most mutatations don't show until about puberty. That already delicate time in a child's life suddenly turned even more upside down. That's why we have this school. A place where they can safely learn to be children as well as mutants. Some... come with no where else to go. Either their abilities have gotten completely out of control or more often, sadly, their families have turned away from them and they're alone."
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"We're in a school full of children. We feed them as well as we can, but inevitably they have the sweet teeth and we go along with it. If I wasn't dashing about the school so much, I'd be putting on weight." Which might not have been the worst thing. Like this, Hank was a bit of a beanpole. Funny how his other form was quite the opposite.
Aurus was walking himself into a very deep philosophical debate, one that Charles and he had many times before and one that the whole world was working together to try and understand right now. He took a breath, thinking about it and where to even start with such a difficult-to-tackle subject. Hank put down his fork, both hands curling around the warmth of his coffee cup, wanting to talk about this properly and get Aurus on the right foot. "...I suppose it won't be different in your world, I hope it is, but here... Humans tend to fear anything different. Even amongst each other, the color of their skin can inspire hatred. Now, with mutants that can potentially be dangerous, more dangerous than them, it inspires even more hatred. Even in people who don't hate, it tends to inspire mistrust. Parents don't know how to handle a child who can light on fire or levitate or comes out of the womb bright red or blue. So right now, a lot of mutants hide it, if they can. They don't want to be feared or hated or mistrusted just because of how they were born. Worse, most mutatations don't show until about puberty. That already delicate time in a child's life suddenly turned even more upside down. That's why we have this school. A place where they can safely learn to be children as well as mutants. Some... come with no where else to go. Either their abilities have gotten completely out of control or more often, sadly, their families have turned away from them and they're alone."