You're the first one of yours I've met. And, to be fair, even I'm not really a lot like "my people" anymore. [he looks down at his scarred hands, slowly clenching them into fists and releasing them, before glancing over at his mask laying on the table nearby. Then that image comes through]
Holy fuckballs! You can fly?! That's really fucking cool, man.
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Holy fuckballs! You can fly?! That's really fucking cool, man.