She gasped. An asylum? They really thought mutants were crazy, in need of being hidden away in an asylum? But she realized quickly that must have been a front, of sorts. They really just wanted to experiment on them. How could mutants have been around for so long, so many years, and yet she had never known about them? Never known what she was until she was recruited? It was a travesty, she thought, to keep such a large, growing group of people hidden away like that. And it wouldn't work for long. The word about them would get out - and then what would happen? Look at what those humans had done?
When Oren went on to explain how they had used him, Cordelia's happiness seeped away in full. Her face set, angry. "I'm so sorry." She said, shaking her head once more. She just couldn't even picture it - but there was living proof, in front of her. Oren had suffered for the first ten years of his life, a horrible kind of torture she couldn't imagine. Put through so much hell just for their, what? To satisfy their curiosity? To help them create weapons to kill people on a larger scale? What if they were using the mutants to figure out how to kill all the rest of them?
"I don' understand. How can people be so... evil?" She knew there were bad people - but institutions like that? Doctors, police, everything seemed so peaceful where she was from. But then, she might have been a little sheltered from the bad things in life. Her perpetual happiness was hardly ever overshadowed by anything so negative. She was staring to realize she had never really known people at all. "Wha' happened after ye were ten?"