Wolfram sighed, his face contorted into one of disgust. "Why can't Inhumans and humans just treat each other as equals? So many humans I know look down upon Inhumans like...like we're freaks." He paused, his voice just barely audible. "We can't help how we are born. We can't make our qualities go away. So why do so many people judge others for that?"
"I guess a big part of it is just plain pathetic fear," Bleddyn mused in a rancorous undertone, subconsciously cracking her knuckles in turn. "When most people encounter something that they can't tame or predict, they avoid and shun it. It's always been that way. And so it's that way with inhumans. Y'all are too powerful for some to accept as normal and well, safe. So they react with unjustified hate- their only defense when there's no hope in physical advantages. Plus there's the imbecilic government. They may seem more okay with us now, but notice how they're not really doing anything to protect us, either- because we're way too much of a threat to their perfect world." She folded her hands in her lap and looked at him squarely. "It really all comes down to you being, heaven forbid, above them."
Brisa raised an eyebrow but nodded. Hearing Wolfram’s words, she shook her head reluctantly. “But I look younger than most of us. If anything you or Lachlan or Jessi should take it in. They’d probably be taken more seriously.” She protested. After giving the bank another nervous yet rebellious glare, she glanced around for Wolfram and found him sitting on the bumper of a car and having a civil conversation with Bleddyn, of all people. I’m glad they’re finally getting along. She thought.
(Deepness o.o)
"If humans weren't such idiots they'd realize that reacting with hatred will just give us a actually reason to be dangerous!" He snarled, eyes glittering with a almost feral rage, "no offense to you, Bleddyn, you...you aren't like some of the humans I've grown up around. But they need to learn to stop fearing us and instead start respecting us like everyone deserves!"
"No offense taken." She laughed again, but it was a hollow, sickly chortle; something full of channeled scorn rather than genuine humor. "Actually, given the context, I'll take it as a compliment. And humankind has been characterized by destructive idiots for centuries- no guarantee how long they're gonna continue forward with their idiocy."
"It's hard trying to explain how I feel about humans and inhumans without feeling like I'm hurting someone. My mom is...was a human, and she was the most loving and caring person I knew, and my dad is...erm...was...a inhuman, and it's hard to figure out where I stand without hurting someone...." Wolfram growled softly, before adding, "but I agree, yes, most humans, emphasize on the most part, are idiots."
"You've got a definite right to be torn," Bleddyn concurred. Her mind came to a halt of uncertainty while she was still processing his words. Right then she knew something was off, but she wasn't sure what. His parents...odd...no, I'm not gonna pry...but...
Wolfram frowned, pretty much studying her face. He tried to come up with something, anything to reassure her, but could come up with nothing but a acknowledging. "Mhmm."
"That's just it." Bleddyn propped her face up on her palms and rooted her elbows down onto her thighs. "I don't know what I'm conflicted over. Do continue on, though." She then assumed an extremely lifeless expression. "Or maybe I just completely killed the conversation. Oh, well."
