"Hah, I've seen the clusterfuck that happens if anyone even threatens to try and take the guns away from people here." Mason shook his head. He hated being locked up, hated that he was criminalised for existing and okay so maybe he'd done some bad stuff with his powers but not everyone had. He'd heard that kids as young as ten and eleven were taken away from their parents and locked up here. That was a fucking joke.
He snorted. "The feeling's mutual." It was a bland retort, but he could feel his temper going. On his wrist, the band that restricted his powers blinked a few more times in warning. Even though he wasn't fiddling with it anymore, unconsciously his body was responding to the feelings of rejection like he was under attack so was trying to generate his forcefield.
"Coulda been a walkover my entire life and still ended up locked up in a place like this. Isn't that right, Tony?" he shrugged his shoulders again and dug his fork into his breakfast. "And I'm not being an asshole; I'm telling the truth. Not my fault if you can't handle that."
It looked like Tony was leaving. Well fine. Fine and good and wonderful. What the fuck ever. He didn't need friends here. He'd just do his time and get out and leave and then he could... do something else. He swallowed and decided the best course of action would just be to ignore the other guy until he went away and then he could sulk about how poorly his first official interaction in this place had gone.