"That sounds fantastic," Carlisle remarks, "though I will admit how odd it has always struck me in regards to your people, hearing about their lack of conflict. Not that- not that war is something I would look forward to, but for warriors such as yourself to come from a group so seemingly benign is a bit of a dichotomy."

Then again, maybe there is a seedy underbelly to it all somewhere, a group consisting of the outcasts and the marginalized. The Aberrants must belong somewhere, after all. Glacius has always been so critical of humanity, casting judgment on them for judging others for whatever reason they may. He has his reasons, but Carlisle struggles to believe he was that supported his entire life -- by his parents, by his peers, by everyone.

Then again, he is not cursed. They had very different upbringings, and Carlisle reminds himself he'd do well to keep that in mind.