"Yeah, well. I was pissed enough to not worry about being sexy or anything." Alex grinned, shaking his head, suddenly amused by the whole idea. "I'm still not sure what made me want to stick a chunk of metal through my tongue." He shrugged. "It's fun to play with, but man. Spaghetti's a pain."
He shifted, leaning against the windowsill. "Seriously. People killing people, hating people. Stupid stuff. Even just things people say. If any of us were really smart, it wouldn't matter what you looked like or who you slept with, and people wouldn't say things to hurt each other... I dunno. Maybe it would be easier to be a centaur. They seem to get along with themselves, anyway."