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tushanshu_ooc2016-10-26 09:29 am
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He'd called Miles his Apostle, his Paul. And a lot of the Biblical apostles became martyrs. Paul included.
"...I might have been intended to be," he said, feeling uneasy.
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"People should never be made into sacrifices," she said, her usually airy and distant tone suddenly firm and certain.
"You are safe now here. This city, the people are kind. They will not kill you."
oh no i hadn't even intended for The Suspicion to hit but. There It Is
Then he blinked. "That was a kind of weird thing to say about sacrifices. What made you think of that?"
Reporter instinct or his well-deserved right to be paranoid? YOU DECIDE.
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"That is why humans kill each other, yes?"
The tone didn't quite fit the question - it was mild, more like she was asking about a perplexing math problem than the darker facets of human nature.
"That is why the horned children were brought to the castle. I cannot think of any other reason why so many would be killed."
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This kid was asking about this like it was totally normal, barely confused about it. Also, horned children? What???
...he was trying not to think about the glowy heal-y thing. Nope. Nope. Not even going there. Magic. Isn't. Real. Even the Walrider, which everyone had thought was supernatural, was just crazy-ass Nazi science controlled by a kid in a coma.
"...no. Not usually. Rarely, actually." He wasn't even going to go into the Aztecs and the rest of that. That might just confuse her. "Usually it's for land. Or religion. Or self-preservation. Or just because they can." And sometimes, it's because you're there.
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"But... that does not make sense. Why?"
As much as she hated it, she could understand why the horned children were brought to the castle. It wasn't like the people bringing them had much choice - one child or the whole village. Painful and horrible as it was to consider, she could understand. But to kill for land? Or simply because they could? What was the sense in that?
SORRY YORDA, HE HATES TO BE THE ONE TO BREAK IT TO YOU BUT HUMANS ARE SHIT
But he hadn't expected to be down two fingers when he'd woken up that morning. C'est la vie.
He sighed. "Kid, if we knew that, we'd be a lot better off."
THAT IS A DIRTY LIE HUMANS ARE WONDERFUL AND SHE LOVES THEM
It was hard to tell whether or not she was actually processing what Miles had said. She seemed to have a permanent expression of mild bewilderment.
"I should show you where the doctors are, so they can help you." She said at last, her voice quiet.
he is cynic boy
Himself included, if he's gonna be honest with himself. There's blood on his hands. Well. Figuratively and literally.
"...yeah," he said. And then, after a moment, "Sorry."
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Yorda really needed to be introduced to the wonderful world of blinking.
"I do not understand - did you do something wrong?" She asked as she led him back out to the main road, headed towards the clinic.
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Even if he had good reason to be cynical.
"What's your name, anyway?" He hadn't processed that she'd asked him earlier.
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"It is not something to be sorry for. I am Yorda."
She gave him another one of her curious and somewhat scrutinizing stares. "What is it that you are called?"
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If he could ever be happy - or even calm - again, it'd be a goddamned miracle.
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"Are you called that because you have traveled a long way?"
God only knows what Yorda was hearing through the translation magic that was in place.
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And down, down, down the rabbit hole we go.
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"I do not know," she admitted.
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"It is a kind thing to say," she said. "Thank you."
She hesitated for a moment as they rounded a corner. She didn't want to press Miles for information if talking about things was painful to him, but she was curious about other worlds.
"How are people named in your world?"
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"People's parents decide on their names before they're born, usually," he said. "Their last names are passed on through the families. Mine is Upshur."