“Think about it Shade,” the tall young man spoke aloud to himself as he weaved his way through the crowded halls of the mutant academy where he had spent his high school years.  “Give some serious thought to what it is that your powers do, exactly.  They darken an area, right?  Well, darkness is not a concrete concept of science.  Darkness is an inherent absence of light.  It isn’t physically possible for even a mutant to control an abstract.  Your power is not the creation of shadow; it is the bending and redirecting of light.”<br/><br/>“Listen to what you’re saying, Jayden,” that same young man answered himself aloud as though he were actually having a real debate with himself.  “If my powers were to control light over shadow then that idea, it itself, would be the control of an abstract.  Light is not concrete.  It has no mass and therefore has no form.  If I could control light and completely eliminate it from any given area then that would mean that I have the same inter-dimensional powers as a black hole.”<br/><br/>By now, some of the new students around the young man had stopped and were staring at him.  He already stuck out like a sore thumb with his charcoal skin, pointed ears, silver hair, and silver eyes but that was to be expected in this place.  You were bound to see mutants who were visibly inhuman but to find one ducking and weaving through the crowd, clearly arguing with himself was something that you would expect to find in a mental ward, not a learning institute.  At least his clothes were relatively normal.  From toes to head, he was wearing a pair of black leather work boots, black khaki pants, a black wife beater with a black button-up which had been left unbuttoned, and a pair of purple-tint shades.<br/><br/>“It isn’t the same thing,” ‘Jayden’ snapped back at ‘Shade’.  “You’re assuming that your powers disperse the light into nothingness.  In this case, then yes, you would be working with cosmic powers similar to those of a black hole.  That, however, is not what I am suggesting.  Perhaps you’re redirecting the light someplace else?  Kind of like reflecting it… but then there would be a glare, not a dark intangible cloud of smoke…  You know what?  Forget I mentioned it.  This is your stop anyway.”<br/><br/>The young man turned to his right as though he had reminded himself exactly what it was that he was doing.  He had expected to meet the gaze of a closed door but instead found himself greeted by the backside of a slightly older woman whom he had come to know as Razor.  Being six feet and two inches tall, Shade was noticeably taller than the female teacher with whom he’d been lucky enough to share a room.  Normally, he’d have given her a quick pat on the ass to announce his presence, but Razor was clearly busy with the girl whom he had been sent to speak to so he just stepped out of the middle of the hall and waited patiently.