"I'm not even talking about the financial disparity," Derek replies quietly, because he isn't. It's not like it matters how many credits they have. He could have a million of them but his clearance level wouldn't allow him to spend those credits on anything he'd actually fucking want. "It's the housing. The food. The fact that we're completely dispensable."

He knows who she's talking about and Derek has to remind himself for the first time in a while that there's nothing there. He met Felicity, and then she was gone from his life for reasons unknown to him and it's probably better that way. Not that he's made things any better for himself, what with the interest in Katniss he hasn't been able to kick since the coffee bullshit.

He gives a nod. So she's human, normally. "I feel like I'm only half of myself. The part of me that I identify with is gone. It's just gone. All I have left is the mask I used to wear to pretend to be normal and it feels empty and shitty and useless and I can't stand it. But baby steps. The food is an issue. A big one." One that Derek intends to tackle first because it's more important to the large populous than the fact that he can't grow fangs and claws anymore.