You ran into a few kids about a month ago, and one of them just wouldn’t stop nagging you because you, my dear, were a mutant and her boyfriend was also a mutant and it fascinated her for some reason. So here you were, hanging out with kids two-three years younger than you on a Saturday night, playing a board game. It was your turn and out of nowhere, Anya brought up her brother. Saying how much of a loser he is and what not before looking up to you. “Kinda like you.” She added nonchalantly.