A Mini-Log

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Monday, afternoon, directly before the class begins

Sam walks down the hall, humming to himself and letting his thoughts linger on yesterday. He knows he'll be early for combat class, but figures it won't matter in the long run and that there'll probably be others anxious to start. He passes Jono's room, and sees the door slightly ajar. Curious, he knocks gently. "Hey. Anyone home?"

The room is dark, save for the faint glow emanating from Jono's chest. He looks up from his contemplation of the Fender. "What do you want."

Sam looks a little surprised, but pushes the door open the rest of the way and walks in anyway. "I'm on my way to combat class. Aren't you coming?" He looks around the darkened room, his eyes coming to rest on the guitar. "...and why sit in the dark?" Turning, Sam flips the lightswitch on the wall.

"Because I don't need a light," Jono replies. "I have this handy thing right here," he gestures at his chest. "Lit class was horrible enough, why come to combat class."

"Oh...yeah, I guess that makes sense. And you should come 'cause learning how to survive's a lot more important that learning to analyse all the junk dead white guys wrote a hundred years ago," Sam replies with a grin.

Jono tilts his head and frowns. "I think you have a point there. It's not like anyone will embrace me for being what I am."

Sam blinks, and raises an eyebrow. "Well. That ain't exactly what I meant. I mean. You gotta be able to defend yourself against the kind of attack we had before you got here."

"Whatever," Jono shrugs and gets up from the bed where he had been sitting. "Why was this place attacked. Too many freaks here maybe."

"Yeah, maybe," Sam crosses his arms over his chest, thinking. "But at least here we have a chance. If we were all on our own, we wouldn't."

"Most of you could hide," Jono pushes his hands into his pockets.

"Why would we want to, if we could be here?" Sam looks like he honestly doesn't understand, cocking his head to the side.

Jono stares at him, the frown still on his face. "You're rather like this than normal. That's what I still don't understand."

Sam smiles, shrugging, totally convinced that things are the best the way they are. "Well, there has to be a reason, doesn't there? I've saved people's lives 'cause I'm a mutant. That means somethin' to me, an' I couldn't do it if I were 'normal'...so I wouldn't want to be. Sure, people may hate me 'cause I can do things they can't do, but. What does their opinion really matter if there's a place like this, where I can be different and normal at the same time?"

Jono just blinks at him, then pushes past him to the door. "Where is the class."

Sam laughs under his breath, following Jono out the door, walking next to him down the hall. "Downstairs, this way..."