[ he scratches his neck idly in thought, where his name is written on the side. he keeps it covered some days, but hasn't bothered with how busy things have been. ]
Well, you guys are really... you know. Nice. The people I can't forgive, the people I'll never stop hating, they're out there doing way worse.
[ he wouldn't consider himself gracious, considering how many aliens he'd wish dead. ]
It's different for you though, yeah? You just don't get mad to begin with?
[ her gaze turns distant, and her mind turns to thoughts of one man in particular... a man who appears now as a spectre before them. he has blonde hair and a pair of horns on his head, and even while sitting in a chair, leaning idly on one elbow, he looks formidable.
"So this is the lance of legend."
his tone is nonchalant.
"Thanks to you, I was spared the effort of sifting through ashes to find this." ]
but also he scowls deeply as, for a moment, stage lights seem to bear overhead. around them, there's a crowd. the aliens vary wildly in features, not one like the other, but many of them have obviously human companions, hanging on their arms or on collars, leashes. ]
...It's not one person. I hate all segyein—uh, aliens. [ he glares at the image of the crowd until it starts to fade again. ] They do whatever they want.
Yeah. [ once the image of the crowd finally fades, he huffs and leans back against the bar. ] They took over our planet ages ago. Now they just keep us humans around for "fun."
[ relegated to pet species... ]
There's a whole universe of them, and I'll never forgive a single one.
[ it is a little unsettling to hear such hatred for an entire species... but it's not entirely unfamiliar to eupha. the way that people respond to the pain of injustice. ]
[ unfortunately, aliens make him big mad. perhaps it's something he can work on in heaven, but who can say. ]
I don't know what the reason was, originally. Maybe they just thought we were an easy target.
But yeah. I mean, that's why they keep us now. Entertainment, some fucked up version of companionship... the piece of shit segyein that "raised" me thought of humans as investments.
[ the reasons vary, alien temperaments and motivations vary, but the truth of it is aggravating to him all the same. ]
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I wouldn't, either... but there aren't many things that would upset me in the first place.
And... it is a little different, for someone who was so suddenly thrust into a place of curses and violence, I think.
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Well, you guys are really... you know. Nice. The people I can't forgive, the people I'll never stop hating, they're out there doing way worse.
[ he wouldn't consider himself gracious, considering how many aliens he'd wish dead. ]
It's different for you though, yeah? You just don't get mad to begin with?
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[ her gaze turns distant, and her mind turns to thoughts of one man in particular... a man who appears now as a spectre before them. he has blonde hair and a pair of horns on his head, and even while sitting in a chair, leaning idly on one elbow, he looks formidable.
"So this is the lance of legend."
his tone is nonchalant.
"Thanks to you, I was spared the effort of sifting through ashes to find this." ]
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...Who's this dick?
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It was in trying to slay him that I lost my life.
[ the image disappears, but after it fades, its voice can be heard once more.
"Lost a lance? Perhaps it's this one." ]
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till just picks up a coaster and throws it at the fading image. get outta here. ]
Not everyone deserves forgiveness anyway.
[ he likes redemption, but he's not god, and he wouldn't offer it to everyone. ]
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There is someone that you cannot forgive either, yes? What have they done?
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but also he scowls deeply as, for a moment, stage lights seem to bear overhead. around them, there's a crowd. the aliens vary wildly in features, not one like the other, but many of them have obviously human companions, hanging on their arms or on collars, leashes. ]
...It's not one person. I hate all segyein—uh, aliens. [ he glares at the image of the crowd until it starts to fade again. ] They do whatever they want.
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Aliens...?
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[ relegated to pet species... ]
There's a whole universe of them, and I'll never forgive a single one.
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Your people were conquered and enslaved?
[ ... she hesitates to ask, but... ]
... For "fun"...?
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I don't know what the reason was, originally. Maybe they just thought we were an easy target.
But yeah. I mean, that's why they keep us now. Entertainment, some fucked up version of companionship... the piece of shit segyein that "raised" me thought of humans as investments.
[ the reasons vary, alien temperaments and motivations vary, but the truth of it is aggravating to him all the same. ]
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[ what can you do, if it's your entire planet that is under their power? where can you go? ]