Draiss froze at their words, their tone, their actions, and then shrugged, suddenly acting as if he no longer cared, before he turned and walked away, not saying a word. He would have ripped his own throat out before he gave them the satisfaction of seeing how much he let them hurt him. Especially that part about being as human as any male, and yet less then they were, even at their worst and lowest. That part had hurt the most, damaging part of his pillar of strength that had let him keep going in that isolation chamber, the belief that he had, somehow, been better than they were.<br/><br/>He entered his room, and shut the door, locking it, and then stared for a while at it, before pulling out his pokédex and began looking through it, distracting himself with ideas and plans. '<em>Sticks, strikes and stones, for breaking bones, but words, to shatter a soul.</em>' Something one of the scientists had said to him often, but he had never really understood them.