Kurt, to the contrary, had refused to hide. Though his powers had been replaced with something different yet somehow comfortable, whatever was behind it couldn't take his bones. He could still fight, and would if someone came for him.

No one did. They sneered, sometimes; cast an ill eye on him when he stood too closely or wandered into their shops. Felt like home, really. Seeing others like himself was more disconcerting; he'd always been unique among his peers for the form genetics had given him.

And now here he was, perched on a low wall while he watched a ln apparent devil in red skin show off his aim. "I'd expected those to be rigged."