"See i have never really done this kind of thing... You know... Talking and stuff."<br/><br/>"You're doing fine." Kat said, forcing a happy tone. She wasn't used to talking either, so it was a very awkward conversation. "I think they're sad because people were injured, and what's more is that the blatant disregard for life was pushed into their faces, and it's hard for some people to take." Her tone was suddenly angry. She was almost never angry, but for some reason lingering on the subject was making her chest hurt, and she felt an odd pressure in her lungs, her hands made small fists, and a clicking emanated from under her scarf. "Sorry." She looked at the girl, who sat on one side of her, "It's just that it kinda makes me mad that this is what it takes to get people to see that were still hated." The last word bit back into her mind. "Well, hated by some." She attempted to correct; but it was true, wasn't it?<br/><br/>On some level, she hated other ferals, and they her. Jealousy, disdain, fear, confusion, all tied to one another through these feelings. She looked at the girl, her icy blue eyes taking her in. Kat knew immediately she was jealous; She had hair, she had working legs, she had bones. Kat knew in that instance that the girl must have similar feelings about her.<span style="font-style: italic">She can swim, breath underwater, she'll never get wrinkles, or Alzheimer's; best of both world's</span>Kat understood why the Poachers hated them, the ferals, her. It was the same reason that the girls in the cafeteria still called Kat 'Sushi.'<br/><br/>They were afraid. Envious. They had created something better than themselves, something they could no longer control. Donta and Angela interrupted her thoughts. She snapped back to reality, snapped out of her mind, where she was often lost. She looked from the Feral girl, to Donta, and Angela, then to her terminal. No work. Nothing. She was left, with nothing to do but dwell on all that lay in her mind, threatening to drive away her stability. Kat was suddenly thankful she couldn't cry, the pressure in her chest moved to her throat. She sat, staring blankly at the computer screen. She was jealous, but at least she could admit it, control it. She hoped.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Kat turned back to the girl, "Do you hate humans?" She was blunt, almost rudely so.