"A mask. This whole body is a mask. This is only what I used to look like."

"Why would what you look like change my mind?" he asks.

"Because everything is about looks!" I shout as my hair and eyes turn purple. "How could anyone like me for what I truly am?"

"Purple eyes and hair? Why would that change my mind?"

"Because this isn't what I truly look like. I'm a monster in disguise."

"You're not a monster."

"No, I am," I say. "You won't change my mind about that. I'm a freak of nature. That's what all mutants are."

"Then let me see the real you."

"You'll run away if I show you."

"I promise that I won't," he affirms.

I notice the look in his eyes is sincere and sigh. "You asked for it."