Slade felt himself tense up at Mirage's words. He was speaking to the air? What was she trying to say? Did she consider herself insignificant to everyone else? Was she saying that she didn't exist? That was stupid. She existed, alright, and if he could just get his hands around her throat, he'd show her that much.
...But he didn't. He dug his hand deeper into his pocket and kept the same disinterested look in his face. It was plainly obvious Slade didn't really care much about what she had to say... but the fire in his heart hadn't died down yet.
"Different?" he asked with a slightly more scathing tone. "How so? Do tell me what you think you know about me."