Dino looks very pale as this continues, his eyes widening as he listens, drops his hands to his sides, and tries to parse this. Because it can't be real. It can't. Nobody just says this sort of thing, though, and part of him... part of him says he's seen destruction and death personally and intimately enough to not be shocked.

He steps in, concerned, trying not to follow that half-controlled urge to vomit at the mere thought. The other half of him is cold and calm, ready to defend against this should it ever happen again, and that's when something goes off in his mind. Something that didn't happen to him in more ways than it did, something about people who were practically monsters, people fighting with unnatural abilities, something about himself.

"Nobody talks about it? Do people actually remember it?" His expression blanks, and he moves to sit down wherever the hell he can.