“I’m sorry,” Dabbid said softly. “I just … didn’t want you to know I’m … different.” “We’re all different,” Rlain said, folding his arms. Storms, he was so frightening in carapace armor. “I’m more different,” Dabbid said. “I … I was born different.” “You mean born … you know … an idiot?” Rlain said. Dabbid winced. He hated that word, though Rlain didn’t use it hatefully. It was just a word to him. “Touched,” Lift said. “I’ve known lotsa kids like him on the street. They don’t think the same way as everyone else. It happens.”
