"Why... Why?"
The pub was filled with cheers and whoops which grew with each minute, so loud that the robotic arms serving alcohol vibrated slightly. The quiet comment was easily drowned up by the raucous noise, and was heard only by the man directly opposite the speaker.
The man’s face was hidden once again under his hood, so half his face was covered by shadow. He did not reply immediately but instead leaned to a side listening to the crowd’s crazy celebratory hubbub before he gave a dismissive snort, curling one side of his lips.
"That’s because we aren’t human to them," he responded with his baritone voice while he took a sip of his blue cocktail.
The man in front of him was slim and dark-skinned. He was probably in his twenties or early thirties. He was stunned, and somehow his usually bright and inquisitive eyes were covered by a dull glaze.
He gaped, almost as if his voice was turning as pale as his face, "I don’t understand… even if we are different, this is too…"
