Andrew stay silent. His thought are away. He was thinking how poeple react so extremely just because they are mutant. The men that have tried to gun them without even talking or anything. And the government who has just put them into cells. They hadn't done anything against the law. Criminals had better justice. Dead is awaiting the dangerous, labor camp the harmless. A man who dare touch children will have a fair trials, but someone who have just hit puberty too much will be killed, even if he is a saint... Strangers, government, Catherine... What about his family, would they have done the same thing? The prodigy of the family, a guy shining in sport events now hiding like a scum, how they are reacting now? Andrew tells himself that he was still there child, but now he had a doubt, but it was too late to know now...
And himself, how he would have reacted if one of his teammate would have been a mutant... he wonders now. He has been protected from them by the government, he had always thought mutation was happening elsewhere, but never in his city, never close to him. He has seen them as some natural abberation... after all, mutation was some strange natural event. But is that make mutants less human, less than animals... Andrew thought he would have tolerate them, mainly because of Coach's influence. He always siad to be tolerant to others, whatever there religion or race...
He feeled tired. Things was happening so fast. It's just looked like his last game was months ago... but his last game was last week only. The next one will come tommorow... or it is the day after? He wasn't sure, anyway, it doesn't matter anymore.
