//Witches and aliens actually get a far better reception in our world than mutants do,// Jono noted, watching Tara's hands intently and then waving his own around in reply. //But there's still that level of fear. It's easy enough to be wary of something that's more powerful than you are. Witches earn their craft and aliens tend to keep to themselves. They get a healthy respect. Mutants...//

He squinted, trying to find a way to put it.

//You never know who might manifest powers as a mutant. There's no precedent to train one up properly, no real way of policing us, no guarantee that we won't go on to add more of our X to humanity's gene pool. We're a wildcard. Nobody likes a wildcard. Especially not one that could potentially kill you by accident just by living to puberty.//

Bitter? Jono?

//So we play nice. At least, those of us at Xavier's do. We understand how much fear there is to work around.//

Perspective alarm clock summer was sprinkler chicken dance.