Felicia agreed, and wildly disliked that she agreed. She'd have loved a world where people could accept others but it seemed in hers that would never happen. Still, she had never had to deal with it like the mutants did. Not really.
"Of course they do. Hate what they don't understand. Its unfair. But its life. People are...paranoid in large groups, and people like them suffer from it
"I miss home. I do, and I'm gonna try get back there. But at the same time I can't sit and wallow either, I'll deal, I'll work something out always do"
A dark shadow crossed her eyes at the mention of choice.
"It was a stupid choice in many ways, and it nearly got Peter killed about a dozen times over. But it worked out in the end, not so much for us but..." she shrugged, "...its better like this. And I can still be the person I always was"