There was a slight twitch at that, though it probably wasn't seen. However, it certainly could be felt through the Force, a jolt of absolute terror, cold as Hoth, that settled into unease as Altair kept following him.

"Then I'm even more grateful for the warning."

It wasn't the same. But it still scared him, that there were people who thought like that. Who thought that they should be hated, that they were cursed, for something that was actually a gift. And for something they couldn't control.

It wasn't like they'd asked to be born the way they were, after all.