[One hand continues to work on Dualscar's back. The other slips up, lightly batting away each time the seatroll tries to touch the scars on his face.]
Yeah, I can imagine.
[He's seen it happen. Heard about it. More times than even he can count. Because that's the life lowbloods have to live everyday, against everyone and everything. There's nothing they can do about it, either. To fight back is to be culled, to be made an example of. 'Use one lowblood, you've used them all', isn't that what he's heard before?]
[None of them would be able to rise to this level, either, this level of being able to live with drones and have an enormous library and do what they like...]
[On one level, the Psiioniic doesn't think it's the same at all. On another, he can understand exactly why Dualscar would want to keep such a tight hold on his place.]
Tell me. [Cupping Dualscar's face, he gently tries to get them both on the ground, sitting.] Tell me what happened.
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[One hand continues to work on Dualscar's back. The other slips up, lightly batting away each time the seatroll tries to touch the scars on his face.]
Yeah, I can imagine.
[He's seen it happen. Heard about it. More times than even he can count. Because that's the life lowbloods have to live everyday, against everyone and everything. There's nothing they can do about it, either. To fight back is to be culled, to be made an example of. 'Use one lowblood, you've used them all', isn't that what he's heard before?]
[None of them would be able to rise to this level, either, this level of being able to live with drones and have an enormous library and do what they like...]
[On one level, the Psiioniic doesn't think it's the same at all. On another, he can understand exactly why Dualscar would want to keep such a tight hold on his place.]
Tell me. [Cupping Dualscar's face, he gently tries to get them both on the ground, sitting.] Tell me what happened.