Ivan
"Now, who's the racist?" I mutter, making him laugh. For a Shurakai, he was actually quite relaxed, but not in an unsettling way like Melissa and Raphael were. "So, becoming like me is a punishment to you?"
"I didn't mean to make it sound like that," He shook his head, still chuckling at my half-attempt at a joke. "Please understand, to those who favor 'the plan,' yeah, being like you is considered a downfall in rank. Entit'a are considered abominations of nature. The blending of creatures who were never meant to be one."
"You do realize shifters aren't the only kind of supernatural, right?" I demand, feeling the need to defend our people. It was the only thing keeping me from panicking. Goddess, was Nefera alright?
"I know, but as far as the lore goes, all Entit'a are fusions of things that should not be. So, it adds up to the same thing."
"And that means we're just freaks?"
