[He was a "young mind", too, when he was first kept prisoner in the lab. Thirteen years old. Twenty years stuck underground, trapped and with nowhere to go, no one who cared enough to try to save him.

But he doesn't say that much. If it comes up, then it comes up.]

The difference a "community" makes.

[More and more, after arriving in this hotel, he has begun to wonder if he was born in the wrong world. If he would have been (happier) more suited to one where psionics existed in a larger number, or one with magic and fantastical things that would not so much as blink at his abilities. Or might have dealt with the darkness inside of him... differently.]

That's the difference between your world and mine. Psionics numbered in the teens at their highest.