Here's the thing though. I know a thing or two about carrying things no one else knows about and about not wanting to say anything and worrying that if people found out something terrible would happen. Maybe even if that terrible thing was only that they wouldn't want to be around me. Which in the scheme of terrible things, not really the most important one. And every time so far, people have proven me wrong to worry.
You too, by the way. You didn't even blink. Of course you can heal me with your brain so a little weird DNA probably isn't as big a deal where you're from. Still.