Tom eyed the two wolven people, "These two probably already know this, I feel. But sometimes you don't know what's right or wrong." He said, "sometimes it's just you or them."
Gage blinked. That sounded like a war-type thing. "Oh." He said, then went out on a limb, "World War III?"
The man nodded, head low.
He scratched the back of his neck. Was a crying shame that so many veterans didnt have homes when they came back from war. He decided not to mention it. The man had spoken of his pride already, he thought, glancing to the tattered clothes and scraggly beard, better not say anything to imply his... condition. "They want to lock us up. The inhumans, I mean. They said we would snuff out the originals."