If one could crane around to look at the white eyed mutant's neck, they would indeed see white band on his collar. The collar had quite recently proved to be more of a danger than a controlling device, but no one wanted to address that situation just yet. After all, the fact that the boy had turned the collar into a weapon was the least of their problems, a mutant who could, potentially, trigger the launch of every nuclear missile in the world with very little effort was very, very unhappy. It had been determined that, for the moment, the safest thing to do was simply to leave the boy alone and let him stop being so unhappy, then address what they could.
Shy watched the fighter enter, those white eyes narrowing the smallest bit. The action was hardly noticeable to most, but was about as expressive as Shy ever got. He recognized the mutant, he had been well aware of his bloodlines for a long while. Had he mentioned this Red Blocker's heritage to Fischer? No, because he did not want to have to deal with another member of his 'family.' So why was he here?
Shy was highly paranoid, one of the side effects, or perhaps one of the causes of this was an inflated ego, an inflated sense of importance or worth. Everything had to be out to get you for a reason, after all. In Shy's case, this line of thought was not entirely wrong, there were more than a few mutants who would relish his death, if only for the amount of upset it would cause on Revolve, but at this exact moment, it was causing the normally logical youth to step well outside of the realm of logic.
he glared at Daken, just as hard, if not more so than the fighter was doing to the others in the room, he sinking a bit lower behind his knees. He shrank a bit further away from Daken as he sat near him, his thin lips pressing into an even more thin line as displeasure and dislike radiated from his bony form. Why was he here? Shy thought he knew why, and the answer made him very unhappy. Fine, then, if Father was going to do things this way, he would simply have to be direct about it.
"Youarenotmybrother." He spoke softly, words nothing more than a rushed whisper, hate slipping out with the quiet sounds. He continued to stare at the larger mutant, blank eyes silently challenging him to argue. Shy would not accept this one, he would not accept another into his life, Ribbon was too much as it was. Of course, were one not privy to what the frail mutant knew or his thought process, the statement would likely seem nothing short of bizarre.