it is almost funny how desperate scythe is to do the "right things" and "fit in", no matter what space he is attempting to find a home in. he is worried constantly about being "wrong". saying the wrong things, feeling the wrong things, being the wrong things.
he is worried even to call himself "alterhuman" because he is worried about being "wrong". not being "alterhuman" "properly". he wonders if he is experiencing things "properly", if the feelings he has are "correct". if he belongs here or if he is just a bizarre "human".
just like being "human", he wonders if there are "unspoken rules" that are etched into the community. if there is a specific way to be "alterhuman"—certain "social norms" to follow.
if it weren't for how lonely it is always to feel "wrong" in every community, scythe would find worrying about "being alterhuman wrong" funny.