Was he not…? Mono wasn’t sure if being younger and smaller didn’t make him the man in the hat already, just… Not a grown up one, right? “I’m not tall like him, but I still kinda am, aren’t I?” He voiced with an uncertain tone, shaking his head a bit. It was all rather confusing, even months later. “You really think so?” Illyana’s words were a small comfort, though, in their own weird way. She didn’t lie, and she was really strong… And she knew lots of other strong people here, too. So maybe they could stop him if stuff happened. “… You gotta promise you will, ‘cause I don’t wanna do anything to people here!” Not now, but considering his feelings towards people in his world? The boy was afraid that might change too.

The question gets a little rise of his shoulders, picking at the edge of his coat again. He has had a lot of time to think about the answer, too much time. “I think it’s ‘cause of my power. I don’t think I ever turn it off. I don’t think I can. Everyone always chases me and knew to look at me when I was around, and then when I got to the tower the thing with all the eyes… I realized it wasn’t looking at Six at all when we were trying to escape. It was looking at me.” He responded carefully, staring down at his feet. “I think that’s what the signal tower does. I think I’m supposed to be in it, so it can broadcast to the TVS and draw the people in. And… And their faces go first, right? And people made me think I had to hide mine, so...”

He stopped rambling there, a small bitter tone in his voice. He wasn’t sure he wanted to admit the rest of his line of thought, because that would be admitting that the angry hurt part of him felt like they all deserved it.