"You're not a monster."

Fyodor insisted, his eyes darting back and forth between his chess game and you.

Fyodor? Oh, yes, Fyodor. The Russian was your older brother. He was a terrible younger brother, if you could say so. He was always a rude and cold guy, but for some reason, here he was, trying to take a huge burden off your shoulders.

At school, you were insulted and judged for your powers, since it wasn't that common to have powers that could destroy an entire society in the blink of an eye.

You arrived clearly hurt, after receiving a note with a drawing of you - clearly poorly done - written 'monster, freak, die!' on top.

Fyodor saw this, he wouldn't comfort you at any price, but after seeing how hurt you were, here he was.

"They are stupid children, you are different from them, but that doesn't mean you are a monster." Fyodor reaffirmed, looking at you to make sure you understood him.