Bobby's mouth opened and closed. "That sounds terrible. And backwards." He wondered how people like him would fare in a society like that. Not mutants. I wonder if I would have survived there. Or if I'd made the same decision that future-me made.
He shrugged. "My home's a little more progressive than that on the female front. Not a whole lot - there's still a lot of work that needs to be done. But it's not quite so backwards sexist." Though his father probably would have thrived with the Water tribe, given the way that he tended to think. "Those of us with powers aren't much loved though. At least if the power is a genetic gift, like with me. If you were given your powers some other way - an alien wishing machine or a radioactive spider bite or whatever - people tend to worship you. It's really weird. Like, most of us look alike. How can you even tell, you know?" He looked back up at Azula. "You'd dig it, though. I think you'd be respected. We dig our kick-ass warrior princesses. Just ask Xena. I mean, you know. Except for where she's fictional."
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He shrugged. "My home's a little more progressive than that on the female front. Not a whole lot - there's still a lot of work that needs to be done. But it's not quite so backwards sexist." Though his father probably would have thrived with the Water tribe, given the way that he tended to think. "Those of us with powers aren't much loved though. At least if the power is a genetic gift, like with me. If you were given your powers some other way - an alien wishing machine or a radioactive spider bite or whatever - people tend to worship you. It's really weird. Like, most of us look alike. How can you even tell, you know?" He looked back up at Azula. "You'd dig it, though. I think you'd be respected. We dig our kick-ass warrior princesses. Just ask Xena. I mean, you know. Except for where she's fictional."