Politics and school yard hate was something he could deal with easily enough as both items could just be ignored. It was the fact that things had gotten physical with Dom that gave him a point of concern. If he had it to do over again, Warren wouldn't have done anything differently. While he could appreciate Yezi's support and confidence, this thing was far from over.<i>I can't control what Dom does. Let come what may. <br/>
</i><br/>"Eh, Dom can get over it or die holding a grudge. Knocking a drunk to the floor is one thing. I can't fight a whole team of athletes three times my size." Warren reasoned.<br/><br/>It was a grim even that had brought them together and was most certainly worth discussing. In Warren's mind, he'd hoped the conversation would've taken a different turn, like whether or not Yezi was single and if she'd like to get dinner again sometime. It seemed largely inappropriate given the circumstances. Beyond that, Warren could see it in the way she sat, the way she handed a fork and the way she ate. Yezi was from a world much more tame and refined than the world that Warren knew. What could she ever see in a rough neck like him. No. This was a 'thank you for saving my hide' sort of dinner and nothing more. Warren decided he'd make the most of it. He twirled a fork full of pasta up before stabbing a piece of chicken he'd card off when the phone in his pocket began to buzz. Fishing it form his pocket, a video had began to play, despite the fact that he hadn't hit play himself.<br/><br/>"I swear, I'm gonna toss this phone off the tallest bridge I can find..."<br/><br/>That's when he noticed the same thing happening on Yezi's phone and on the three television sets up near the bar area. One figure, hidden mostly in shadows was on the screen. When he or she spoke, the voice was distorted beyond recognition.<br/><br/>"America. The land of freedom and opportunity, or at least it used to be. Every year news stations across the country like to show images of the spill and the destruction it caused. Try and remind us what a terrible day it was, but they're just puppets of the administration. For some of us, it was the greatest day in our history.  For a few of us, the spill made us more than we could've ever hoped to be. And for the transgression of being born beyond human, the administration cages us like animals and uses us like lab rats to try and cure or replicate that which sets us above their understanding. The reckoning begins now. We are the touched. And as of today, we are untouchable."<br/><br/>Warren just stared at the screen for a moment, even after the video stopped playing. Even at the tender age of eleven, Silver Mane had warned him this day might come.<i>They'll take the right stand but approach it in the wrong way. </i>Warren could stand up to the government. He could even stand up against a rogue terrorist organization. Nobody could stand up to both at the same time. He felt like he'd been painted into a corner. Silver Mane had been missing in action for years. Warren sorely needed her guidance now. Reality finally settled back in and he looked across the table at Yezi was a concerned look.<br/><br/>"This is going to cause a panic. We need to get back to campus now."