"A lot of my friends died to."She admitted softly, looking down and frowning at the memory. Not just died, been tortured, experimented on then just killed for no reason other then being different. Being a mutant.
Still, dwelling on the past only made her sad, and angry. But now was no time for either of those feelings. "That's true. Most people here don't care what we are."She agreed with a small nod.