[That is a fear in men that Mordred understands all too well. Quietly he reaches down and takes a hold of the cuff of his left sleeve, then tugging at it he pulls it up until he reveals a large jagged scar across his upper arm. It is nothing in comparison to this man's wounds, but it is Mordred's own small mark of what his people suffer for being different.]

The men in my world fear us as well....my people.