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Okay so he had a point. What was a freak among freaks? Normal, or another brand of freak? King of the freaks? Home? She had to laugh at that, and took a swig, she was going to need another beer soon. "Well, all I know is I left normal behind a long time ago. I was just getting used to things as they were, guess I'll have to figure it out all over again here."
Something she was probably putting off. Her mind going into fix it mode, as if all these people, after all this time, had somehow missed something so simple that she would figure it out. She knew of course, how ridiculous that was. Worse, that she was betting everyone thought the same when they got here. Just let me know what is going on and we'll get this fixed. Fixed means we all go home, so we don't have to worry about fitting in here, starting over. Just getting home. It was probably a rather futile thought, but she was going to end up going through the same stages everyone went through. Whether she liked it or not.
He sounded more dejected about the angels than anything. Which she could understand. Finding out about the fae had been both a huge relief, and horribly disappointing. Even the ones offering hope, talking a good game, for the betterment and all that, were a crock. It was the same story fed in a new light. At first she had been upset, there was so much she didn't know all because someone had given her to humans to be raised! She was supposed to be raised among her own kind, to know how to deal, how to handle things. More people would have been alive if she had been. Of course, she wouldn't care. She'd see humans as something beneath her, she'd never be friends with one, never care for one, and would keep calling them, 'one'. With a shake of her head she realized her internal monologues were different now and she needed to watch that.
"Well if I meet them. Honestly, I stopped having preconceived notions of anything. Or anyone. Stories, there's got to be some truth in them, but, I figure they are just as much fiction as fact." He didn't need to mention the praying thing. She hadn't, not since the first time she killed. Since she found out her parents weren't her parents and hadn't bothered to tell her. That she wasn't normal, that no one knew what she was but that caring about someone meant she could kill them. Bo couldn't say that's when she lost her 'faith' or stopped believing in God all together, but she definitely stopped praying.
So he got it, that people were here to help and choose it. Even if they didn't know they chose it. "Well, best you can do is see that as a good sign. If you didn't care who got hurt, it would probably be too late." Not the most comforting. Just, the best she could do.
So yeah, she wasn't exactly subtle but why be? From what she'd found out, anyone could figure out what she was, and more, just from a push of a button. "Fae. That's what they tell me." She sighed. Leaning forward she wrapped both hands around her bottle. "I only knew I was a freak. I guess, most fae are raised around other fae and know from the beginning but I was raised by a normal human family. I didn't know I was different until high school."