"They see us as tools. It happened in my world too during the cold war. People with powers being sent over seas as spies." A heavy exhale, a rumble. The thought left a terrible taste in his mouth, metas being used by others for political gain, or children like him to acclimate power. The corners of his mouth creased.

"They won't say it, but they just sent some dorks over seas to finland to check something out. Bribed them with jet packs. That's volunteer but it feels like they're just gonna bring the hammer down some day in the future and make all of us fight." Whata good reason to regret registering.

"Thinking about unregistering."