Looking up at the sky, fatty scratched his cheek, "Do what you want. It's not like the public will care whether we've done something good or bad. To everyone, we lot will always be the scum of society."
Satele stopped and watched the men strolling without a care in the world.
At first, she too thought of that. Without even hearing or knowing their circumstances, she already judged them as someone who only does trouble left and right.
Gritting her teeth, she defended herself. "You can't exactly blame the public. How about changing your looks and the way you act?"
Lanky and fatty glanced at each other before they stared at Satele like she was an idiot.
Lanky tilted his head and waved his arm. "Don't get the wrong idea. We already accepted these biases a long time ago. We don't even care about it. I mean, after all, it's not society who reject us, it is we who rejects society!"
