Something about the way the guy smiles at him makes Luther feel a little better about being a lumbering monster, and there's a quick tugging at the corner of his own mouth, and a nod.

"Well, they might get over it," he says, and sounds amused when he adds, "or they're scarred for life. I'd like to think this would be a... lesser mental trauma, at least." He can still remember when kids like that had wanted to be him. "This place is better than the last one, at least. With the staring and pointing."