(Gosh Shiro, you're amazing. Let him aim for the stars of acceptance.

Though this does pose a very interesting theory to this child with a mentality harvested from a well worn system of privilege. He has, of course, noticed people's differences on the ship. The obvious ones, like Kurt, and the more human ones, like Shiro.

What he has not noticed, really, is this idea of 'mattering'. He stares at Shiro very thoughtfully, because huh. It wasn't really like the kid had this problem with different races or anything. Ignorant as hell, clumsy with words, completely politically incorrect- yeah. But he didn't hate anyone. He didn't want to. But he really, really wasn't so sure about this 'not mattering' thing.)

I think it matters. Not that like, people are different, but those differences. I mean, they gotta matter enough to bug people. In my town, there was this club for black people, and all these white psychos in white cloaks decided they wanted to burn it down 'cause of that. I guess it mattered to them.

(Eddie does not sound supportive of this idea. Actually, he sounds rather scared of it.)

Then there was the whole Jew thing and what the Germans did to them. And Jews don't even look different from white people- but they still wanted to hurt them.

(Eddie is trying to puzzle this out, frowning hard now.)

If it doesn't matter, then why do people hurt each other over it? (Eddie's spent a life being different. So were all of his friends.)

Does it mattering have to be a bad thing? (Yeah Shiro sorry you got him in a mood here. Good luck.)