Why where things in life so complicated? Why did life need to have such cruel choices? Mathew wondered part of him questioned if he simply wasn't some kind of universal joke or perhaps a chew toy. The young man shook his head almost immediately as the thought entered his mind, yes it was tough, yes it wasn't fair, there was absolutely no point for him to mope about it. Adapt. Overcome.<br/><br/>That was what he had to do. Yes he was going to be a weapon in all likelihood but then, what would he have done with his life? He lacked funds, he was crippled to those who looked down at him, he was...unique more so than most would understand but perhaps now he wasn't alone.<br/>Dimly he had been aware that there had been someone else in the room with him, a woman with platinum hair, from what he had seen she appeared to have been in a similar situation as him though perhaps it was the style of clothing, you never know with the taste of people... he had seen weirder fashion sense. She seemed to be rather inquisitive, asking ISIS about whether or not it could lie, it's answer seemed... strange.<br/><br/>Mathew wasn't sure what it was, he couldn't get the nagging feeling that something about what the computer said felt odd. Even as he contemplated he could see the platinum haired girl leave, with a soft sigh he slumped. With so many strangers, ones that could potentially be dangerous made him feel uneasy.<br/><br/>No.<br/><br/>That wasn't the truth. Mathew once again sighed, as he mentally berated himself. He had been in a personal state of isolation for so long now, the psychologist he visited knew it, his parents knew it and he himself knew it. There was no denying the fact that he had become accustomed to being alone that he wasn't sure any more when to speak to others and when to contemplate the unanswered riddle.<br/>Mental isolation, escapism, uncertainty, distrust. Bitterness. Mathew knew that his attempts to push others away from him with his quirks could further isolate him from the others but was there a point to befriending them? It wasn't a question about whether or not they accepted or thought him a cripple but could they deal with his sarcasm and his personality.<br/>Perhaps in time. But right now he had to focus on other things.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath he focused on the task at hand, tilting his head to where he believed ISIS to 'be'  at the time when she asked him a question.<br/>"Truthfully ISIS. I<i>am</i>unsure, terribly in fact. I suppose I should be honored to be chosen but the choices before me don't ease my mind." He began, turning his head slightly to see if anyone was eaves dropping his conversation at the time, "I considered the few options I have left and from what I heard from the 'former' general... I feel like a rat on a sinking ship. I'm going to be honest, I need reassurance. Your... I suppose organization and the apparent ex-general don't really fill me with confidence. Even with the money I would receive from joining and subsequently surviving long enough how would I be able to help my parents? I mean, the money would really, really, really help them out right now. I... I want to be able to do something for them but..."<br/><br/>Mathew grit his teeth and tightened his grip on his cane, "What is the point if the government just takes it away or just declares the money counterfeit? I can't do something that would put them at risk, they can't afford to lose what they have left. BUT on the other hand, if I refuse, I'm sure the<i>ex</i>-general would make<i>my</i>life a living hell for me<i>and</i>my parents anyway. Where would that leave them? Do I tell them I've got powers? Do I tell the world before someone 'accidentally' reveals it? What would happen then? There would be nothing I could do, chances are since I'm a...less fortunate individual I wouldn't be missed. No matter how much of a fuss my parents would make they wouldn't be able to help me from which ever corporation got their hands on me."<br/><br/>There was a silence as Mathew slumped further into his chair, his expression was one of dejection as he looked to the ground before he finally spoke, "Realistically, what do I have left? Do I join an organization I know nothing about, not their agenda, not their real purpose and one I can't trust so easily. Do I decline and risk my family? Sure I could use my powers to protect them for a time but that would ruin what little comfort they have as we'd be on the run and even that would in all likelihood be short lived. Or do I take the third option and simply take the<i>coward's</i>way out, I suppose it wouldn't be that hard to cover the evidence, my parents while they would be devastated they'd at least benefit from my death..."<br/><br/>With that he fell silent once more, wearily he reached for the pile of papers and began reading each page to look for loopholes and benefits of 'accepting' all the while considering his options.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>