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“It’s all genetic! It’s a super uncommon recessive gene, but it is one. If you’re born with it, your parents were carriers. It’s like… being left handed or Albinism. Or… Huntington’s disease.” She offered with a smile as she got more excited. She had always been interested in genetics, especially since her hair had always been green and she had known she was a mutant since then. “Oh well, I have powers over magnetism. Moving metal, being able to sense it… oh and my hair. All natural.” Lorna replied with a smile, trying desperately to hide the fact that she was all too aware of whose powers she shared. Especially due to the fact she had just been discussing how powers were genetic and she had admitted she didn’t know her father. “You will, if you want to.” The green-haired woman stated, quietly but still assertively. She could tell people what she does, but she couldn’t force anyone to do it. “The truth is that I don’t want to be a martyr. I want to win. I want us to coexist with humans. I want to be happy. I want to have a family. But… I mean, there’s a chance that I won’t be allowed to. There’s a chance that… people who despise who I am will hurt me and the people I care about just because I committed the crime of existing. I just want to live.” She couldn’t help but wonder how many other people had felt the same way. She had watched videos and heard speeches before, but she never thought she’d actually be saying things that echoed them.
“O-oh,” Josh’s mind was slightly blown by that information; it meant his parents, his brothers, his grandparents... they all probably carried the same gene. He was just the unlucky one who’d had the damn gene decide to make itself apparent. Maybe if he told his parents this they’d finally accept a letter, or a phone call, or some method of communication. His eyes widened a little when he heard what she could do. It sounded eerily similar to the powers of a very frightening mutant who’d been the subject of more than a few rants by the leader of the Reavers in their meetings. Could this girl be... If she was Josh was gonna start running.
He didn’t want to. Any closer he got to acting like that was one step further away from his family, sure it wasn’t likely they’d take him back but he could hope! Maybe he could find a way to hide what we was and could go from there... In response to her Josh just looked away and let out a small sigh. “Just wanting to live is a privilege some would say we’ve lost.” He’d been told many times that mutants couldn’t be allowed to live because the threat as too great, or at least they couldn’t be allowed to live freely. “It isn’t fair. People don’t choose to be mutants.” He’d never chosen this, he never would have... Yet here he was.









