He nodded at that, hands still in his pockets, "Sort of, I figure Matrix had that one right though, that people can't deal with ideal and have to have something broken otherwise they know something's wrong."
He shrugged, head tilting, just listening again, still cataloging noises, keeping tabs on what was around, one wing flicking reflexively before folding down against his shoulder again, "I met a mutant the other day, as far as I could tell she's normal though, I mean, no scales or extra limbs or anything, the only thing is that she's got a... I don't know, she called it a Shadow, with a capital S, it just felt..." He shook his head, brow furrowing, "I don't know, how to explain it, like it should have been cold but wasn't, and should have been solid, but wasn't, not exactly. She said he liked me though, and she's the one who convinced me to do this," A highly eloquent flick of his wings, almost a shrug, "so that's something."