Or, perhaps more precisely, to show them that there are no truly ordinary humans? That everyone is a mutated variety on some level or another?
[ his expression is difficult to read, a pleasant smiling mask. his thoughts are tumultuous, mostly dark, but there's an edge of uncertainty there too; a certain edge of "would that really work?" Jade has spent thirty-five [of his] years studying other people intensely, working to fit in with them, but in the end he still finds human nature a puzzle. ]