That's right. For example, when I was much younger, I tried to recreate Frankenstein's experiment on him, though it left him more singed than a walking, talking undead.

[That's because he wasn't dead to begin with, Wednesday.

She tilts her head slightly, though, listening to Ryuji speak of his own family. His mom, with whom he seems close with. (Imagine being close with your mother!!) And his friends, his fellow thieves, which she must admit, she's quite curious about.]

Misfits? Then we'd all share something in common. [She is literally an Outcast, after all.] You're right, it's not something to be ashamed of. It's a title that we should all wear proudly — especially when used properly, much like you and your friends do.

I... hope I can meet them, someday.