Of course I get it. Contrary to what you may believe, I haven't spent my whole life locked in a tower away from the world. I have lived among humans. Even when they didn't mistake me for a mutant, I was still something they didn't understand, and therefore didn't like.

[ With her hair twisting like snakes in the thought, a coiling red mass, could anyone really fault them? With the way she rarely touches anything with her hands alone, when she can simply let one tendril pluck a glass from a tray as an obliging native passes and deposit the empty one. Without even so much as looking at it. ]

I will admit sometimes the feeling was mutual.