Venus' face turns red and her fists clench so hard her knuckles pale.
Foolishly, after a few months in the Capitol, after a few months in a human body instead of the mutant body that marked her an outcast, an abomination, a target - foolishly, she forgot how much it hurt to have it pointed out. It comes flooding back.
Doesn't matter that he was talking about Kankri and not her. It's the attitude, the attitude that anything different or strange was bad, that kept her from finishing school, kept her relatives kicking her around because having a mutant in the house was scaring the neighbors, that led her to deciding that the only way to avoid homelessness was to join a twenty-first century freak show.
She was lucky she could make money off of being a freak, a genetic monstrosity. That's all. Lucky.
Oh my god, what is that thing?
Are you even human? I mean, really, do you even count anymore?
You fucking freak! Get out of my house!
She's human now, what her life would have been so much easier if she'd always been. But nearly a decade of discrimination for her genes is imprinted so deep into her that it feels like a second skeleton (nearly as much as it would for her race, her gender...).
She brings a hand forward and grabs Joel's pajamas around the collar. "Take that back. Now."
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Venus' face turns red and her fists clench so hard her knuckles pale.
Foolishly, after a few months in the Capitol, after a few months in a human body instead of the mutant body that marked her an outcast, an abomination, a target - foolishly, she forgot how much it hurt to have it pointed out. It comes flooding back.
Doesn't matter that he was talking about Kankri and not her. It's the attitude, the attitude that anything different or strange was bad, that kept her from finishing school, kept her relatives kicking her around because having a mutant in the house was scaring the neighbors, that led her to deciding that the only way to avoid homelessness was to join a twenty-first century freak show.
She was lucky she could make money off of being a freak, a genetic monstrosity. That's all. Lucky.
Oh my god, what is that thing?
Are you even human? I mean, really, do you even count anymore?
You fucking freak! Get out of my house!
She's human now, what her life would have been so much easier if she'd always been. But nearly a decade of discrimination for her genes is imprinted so deep into her that it feels like a second skeleton (nearly as much as it would for her race, her gender...).
She brings a hand forward and grabs Joel's pajamas around the collar. "Take that back. Now."