Well, I'm immune to his abilities, too. But yeah, that is the million-dollar question. And I'll probably never know the answer to it.

[ She stops, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets as she glances down the midway with a thoughtful look. ]

I've decided it doesn't matter. My birth might've been engineered, but my choices are still mine. So are my feelings.

[ Which is why she's annoyed that "gift from God" is what opened the exit for her. ]