[And that is the point where Luvander's eyes narrow, his posture shifting. This isn't funny anymore. His voice is flatter, the flamboyant mimicry gone.]
Allow me to exposit at you for a moment. You see, about twenty years ago, the government in my country passed a law which I am sure you will approve of: They declared that all mutants needed to be registered. They used pretty much the same sort of enlightened fear-mongering propaganda which you're spouting right now, and fear is indeed what made people agree to it.
[It's strange, the way talking about it like this almost makes it seem... not personal.]
And then, once we were all registered, the soldiers came. Twenty-six of us were lucky; we were useful. Our parents were persuaded to give us up, as it were. The rest... oh, it must have been over a thousand at least? Murdered, forced to flee the country or hide in basements, the same old sordid story. And any time one would surface later... well, guess who were sent to kill them. [His face is pulled into a tight snarl for a moment, before he forces himself to relax.] That is the problem with your little dream, you see. You want us registered for the safety of humans. But that means there is nothing that protects us from them. And if you think human beings aren't just as capable of being monstrous, I would suggest picking up a history book.
no subject
Allow me to exposit at you for a moment. You see, about twenty years ago, the government in my country passed a law which I am sure you will approve of: They declared that all mutants needed to be registered. They used pretty much the same sort of enlightened fear-mongering propaganda which you're spouting right now, and fear is indeed what made people agree to it.
[It's strange, the way talking about it like this almost makes it seem... not personal.]
And then, once we were all registered, the soldiers came. Twenty-six of us were lucky; we were useful. Our parents were persuaded to give us up, as it were. The rest... oh, it must have been over a thousand at least? Murdered, forced to flee the country or hide in basements, the same old sordid story. And any time one would surface later... well, guess who were sent to kill them. [His face is pulled into a tight snarl for a moment, before he forces himself to relax.] That is the problem with your little dream, you see. You want us registered for the safety of humans. But that means there is nothing that protects us from them. And if you think human beings aren't just as capable of being monstrous, I would suggest picking up a history book.