He sighs. "Dun't mean naw harm. Et's jest thet most people . . . most people dun't know whut et's like ter be different, yew know?"

He smiles sheepishly, and when he does it's suddenly obvious that he is, in some ways, still a child. A very smart child, but also a lost child. Like Mordred was, mayhaps.

"Sorry ef yew dun't like tew mention et."