Strum looks at the unfortunate Rekajor and smirks.

"Huh, if he couldn't defend himself he wouldn't have been much use against these mythical Homunculi."

He then turns to look at the old-timers that decided to accuse him, raising his eyebrows questioningly.

"Why should I be ostracized, just because I am young and willing to learn? Left abandoned by my peers for my intelligence and interest in the alchemist art, and despised by you because I came here to better myself? My life has always been like this, I should have expected it really. I just thought I 'd find kindred spirits in you fellow alchemists. Turns out I was wrong."

Strum goes to sulk in his pokey little room for the night.