Luther's aware that he's allowed to make a lot of different choices here. He could lie, or brush it off, or he could just... shimmy back into the crowd. But something about the power in that single, slender finger keeps him from choosing anything but the truth.
"I almost died on a mission. Saved by an experimental serum, but..." He shrugs, glancing away, jaw tightening. "It changed me." No extra embellishment-- she can see what it's made him into, why he would want to forget the extra bulk and the stares. "I never really liked Wheaties," he adds, with an almost imperceptible shrug, as if this is an important detail.
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Luther's aware that he's allowed to make a lot of different choices here. He could lie, or brush it off, or he could just... shimmy back into the crowd. But something about the power in that single, slender finger keeps him from choosing anything but the truth.
"I almost died on a mission. Saved by an experimental serum, but..." He shrugs, glancing away, jaw tightening. "It changed me." No extra embellishment-- she can see what it's made him into, why he would want to forget the extra bulk and the stares. "I never really liked Wheaties," he adds, with an almost imperceptible shrug, as if this is an important detail.