"Shapeshifters?" Brian asked.  "That's all you got?  Sis, you saw what some of those guys did.  That glamour?  That shit protected people for however long, and it all disappeared like fucking THAT!"  He snapped his fingers to illustrate the point.  "Just like that.  And you think being able to shapeshift will help?  That you'll just be able to blend in and not be noticed?  Those people are fucking crazy.  They're going to do whatever it is to do whatever they want to do to people who are different.  Like you.  You think I could just stand by and watch that?  Watch as you were butchered?"  Brian put his hand against the stone wall hard enough to hurt, but it made a helluva sound.<br/><br/>"So okay.  Lets do things your way.  We leave whenever we leave.  Free and clear, rich.  You're telling me you won't wonder what happens to whatever the hell it is you give birth to?  That it's just something to be done like a job?  That when we're gone, and doing whatever, say you get caught by the Jesus freaks.  What then?  What if they hold me there, try to fucking brainwash me, and you're there being put under some type of knife?  Huh?  What then?  Or are you forgetting that back in the day those motherfuckers BURNED people at the stake?"