James cocked his head slightly, looking at Zane. "Who said I'm human?" He asks. Without waiting for a response, he stood in his chair, and removed his left glove, approaching one of his plants in the corner of the room. He reached up his hand, and touched the plant with his finger. The plant immediately shriveled up, shrinking. In less than an instant, the plant was dead. James turned back to Zane. "I have death's touch." He said. "So you ask why I am pro-meta, it has nothing to do with my ability. As a matter of fact, I hate my ability. Yes, I've seen what metas can do, and i've seen what humans can do. I never said ALL humans and metas can live together. Some just aren't strong enough to possibly think of living in a world that isn't separated directly into 'metas' and 'humans'. It's not even as simple as 'good' vs 'evil'." James had returned to his seat slowly while he spoke, returning his glove onto his hand.