Sherlock, for once, couldn't quite argue with that. At home, he'd certainly been an outcast, but not to this level. Not because of anything supernatural. And most of them, he knew, had horribly great potential within them that the natives feared. Sometimes he marveled at the fact that more of them didn't use it. Some deeply hidden moral code inside the majority of them, however, kept that from happening. Or maybe it was simply their lack of organization.

Mitch's outburst, though, was actually refreshing. It proved there was still a fire in him, something that Sherlock watched more than a few imPorts lose over time. It didn't make his plan look any better, but it at least relieved Sherlock regarding his motives.

"This system has abused us for nearly a decade. I don't think trying to make it fall on its own sword is going to happen at the beck and call of one person." He gives Mitch a cold, level look to contradict his fire. "If you at least had help from those working against it, you wouldn't have to be such a damned martyr."