<span style="color: #00FF00">"Yeah they are. Have there been other half breeds like me?"</span>Ryan asked looking ovet at the. He pressed his left hand to the glass, attempting to reach out to them. He wondered what he looked like when he was their age, did his mother ever see him like that?<br/><br/>Letting go of the glass Ryan looked over at Uriel, his eyes full of love. As he stood there, his gaze darting back and forth between the babies and her, he felt so guilty. Ryan turned away from Uriel pulling his sleeves down in an attempt to cover his scars. Once they were covered he reached back his right hand attempting to hold Uriel's hand.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">'why are we waisting our time with the vermin?'</span>the voice in his head growled. If a voice in someone's head could sound angry his did.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">"Or am I a one off freak?"</span><span style="font-style: italic">who doesn't fit anywhere?</span>He thought to himself as he looked back at the babies. Would he even be able to have his own? He didn't know but he hoped he'd be able to.