Silo remained silent at the question, and didn't yet get out from the car. He could remember as a child, before he could control when he shifted to a wolf and when he remained human. Often times he'd walk around with a tail or a pair of ears atop his head, but not on purpose. He simply hadn't known how to control things yet. As if it were a recollection of the previous day, he could remember his mother walking down the street carrying him against her hip, a hand holding his face against her shoulder to prevent him from seeing the disgusted gazes from onlookers. That wasn't enough to prevent the whispers and mutters of hate from reaching his ears, however. They'd always been treated different... They'd always been labeled, like animals with tags, marked with different traits and different views.<br/><br/>Finally he stepped out of the car, shutting the door softly behind him. "Yes." Silo gravely answered, though shrugged his shoulders as he headed for the door to the bookstore, his hands again stuffed into his pockets.<span style="font-style: italic">It's on the door of my apartment, too.</span>He thought to himself, but didn't bother commenting it aloud.