"Fight?" Rusty laughed," Fight what? Aside from your regular mutant haters, the hunt is over," He wondered if they realized this. Paranoid people would be paranoid. But the question nagged at him. While the official mutant hunt was over, his kind was still hated. Why? That was simple. A powerful person only fears one thing: Something he can't control. And if the mutants weren't working for the government, they were working against it, or so thought the men in power. But outright fighting them would make things worse.
Rusty turned to Jeremy," These guys are starting a war around here," He shook his head," Or maybe..." He closed his jaws around a wing, and chewed thoughtfully," They're only finishing it.."