"Got to love those genetics." Setting the world against you, one way or another. Now that he could discount everything in the Haller family line he'd looked into, that left Xavier and the unknown, potentially Israeli, mother side of the issue. Part of David wondered if she was a mutant too, wondering the same thing probably every mutant thought at one point: did two mutant parents guarantee a mutant child? Or was it always luck of the draw at this point, human genetics just fucking up at random, somehow giving both gifts and curses. Right up there alongside mental instability and an addictive personality. In David's case, at least.
The Hallers had all seemed so completely balanced, so completely normal, that it'd made him feel like a true genetic freakazoid. Now at least he could explain why he could curl his tongue and no one else in the family could -- that was a genetic thing too. Whether Xavier and his family had any of the madness or addictions, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. Jury was still out on the mother too.
Watching his own hands, Syd driving, finding the keys and playing, David couldn't help but grin. The humming was interesting, as was the notion of the body having its own memory. "Shame I don't know more for you to test out. Apart from being clumsy, this is just about the only other skill that I have." No time had been dedicated to anything else whatsoever. It'd been pointless to bother, so he didn't. Why improve yourself when you were nothing and always would be nothing? The piano had served its purpose, had allowed for a bit of mental and emotional reprieve for Amy when things had been dark for the both of them, and then it was back to business as usual -- disappearing into a world of lies, theft, and drug use.
Back to being invisible because that was easier. Not caring whether he woke up or not, knowing with every fiber of his being that it'd probably be better if he never did. At the very least, out of sight, out of mind had been the mantra for a time, outside of the odd gift (birthdays, Hanukkah, etc.) left at Amy's doorstep. Out of sight, not entirely out of mind for those points.
Yeah, there wasn't much else his body could have any memory of. Except one thing. "If you ever wanted to try lockpicking in a body that's done it before, that might count, I guess." A rueful smile came about then, looking up to Syd-as-himself. "I didn't always brute force my way in." Like he had at Dr. Poole's office, the memory Syd, Melanie, and Ptonomy had seen before he dragged Syd into the astral plane. At that point in his life he'd been too impatient, too strung out to care about being delicate.