Stereotypes
Dante sits on the floor, his legs crossed in a relaxing position. Fingers steppled before him in thought, pillowed lips pressed gently to his index fingers. He sighs very softly before addressing the Sages, his heavy German accent as present as ever.
"History has provided example after example of the flasehoods the preternatural must endure und live under. So why, in even the Nexus, are we forced to be divided into these stereotypes as 'monsters' or 'angels' or even 'humans'? What will it take for people to see past the fairy tale, und look at the soul of a person before they classify them?"
"History has provided example after example of the flasehoods the preternatural must endure und live under. So why, in even the Nexus, are we forced to be divided into these stereotypes as 'monsters' or 'angels' or even 'humans'? What will it take for people to see past the fairy tale, und look at the soul of a person before they classify them?"