((Nah I'm good with letting it go. Forward not backward. Upwards not downwards. And spinning, always spinning!))
The simple truth was that he had. He'd never dreamed of being a superhero, never wanted it really. He just wanted to live a comfortable life and whether through an act of God or just mutated genetics he couldn't. There wasn't any place for him in society and he realized that the sooner he found that out and commited to being different the better of he'd be. Because after all it wasn't like he could go back to being the way he was before.
He gave a grunt and looked out as the trees zoomed past thinking, dreaming of what Photon had in store.
