He nodded. That sounded right. He had a hard time believing the puberty theory at times, that a child might not show any signs whatsoever of what they would become in a few short years, even with how dramatically the average body changed during puberty.
"Yes. I... well. I'm fairly sure my intelligence is not part of my mutation. My parents were both quite smart themselves," he said thoughtfully. Then he glanced down at his feet and grimaced ever so slightly. "I'm not a hero. My feet may provide some interesting distractions once in a while but... no. I'd much rather just be intelligent. I'm not in line to be a hero... well, not in the manner you mean. I do a lot of good in my work, and all of that is using my brain."
He didn't particularly hate his feet, after all. Sometimes it was fun, or just plain useful for him to be able to leap and hang upside down. But those moments of pleasure were few and far between, and the day to day pain of trying to conceal them and the ever present fear that they'd be discovered just wasn't worth it. His parents' shame wasn't worth it. "Maybe one day others like me will be heroes, but I don't see it happening. Humans will not accept it, they're too afraid."