"Haven't you always been despised by the world of 'normals'? Haven't they always jeered at you, pointed you out as a freak, a weirdo, some kind of cock-eyed ape? Didn't your own father betray you, use you, exploit you? Do you really think I'm mad to hate them all?"
Cam stared at his brother. He could see the pain in Revok's black pupils. It moved him to pity and made him want to cry.
"I think," he began slowly, hunting for the right words, "you should stop killing yourself."
Revok blinked. "Huh?"
"Don't you see," Cam urged, "you're letting your hatred burn you up inside!"
"Darryl," he leaned forward, urgently, "can't we just be ordinary people? At last, now that we've found one another?"
"Ordinary people?!?" Revok screeched, "are you mad? You mean, after all they've put us through, you want to be just like them?"