Still leaning against the counter, Vlad surveyed Fred calmly, the rise in height and tone not phasing him. "No, never said I couldn't control my abilities, nor was I bemoaning them. Just saying that it's a good thing that you're equipped, in terms of knowledge at the very least, to handle things that arise out of your mutation," he said simply as he went back to slicing bread. "We're limited in how much we can understand by our own experiences. So while mutants can understand each others situations better than most, we're never going to 'really understand' anyone's because of how diverse our situations all are. I can't fully grasp your situation, nor you mine I guess, but that's true of anyone not just mutants right?" He looked back up at Fred with a slight but still friendly smile. The guy had his points, Vlad would never assume he knew anything about the guy's situation, he barely knew much about Fred really.
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