[ ok. there's an ease to the way he says this- the same way he shut down rynlan talking to him about his long, miserable grief, a few days before. kindly, but a wall nonetheless. ] Sorry. I'd have to ask you to keep that our little secret, if you wouldn't mind.
...The neighborhood that I grew up in wasn't really what you'd call the best place - most people would've just called it a slum. If you can think of any kind of illegal activity, it was happening there, but... When I was a little kid, I used to have some atrophy issues in my legs, so I'd park myself outside on a corner with my books and just sit and read and watch the world. I got to know all the people that lived there, and they'd come by and pat my head and talk to me. The smell's familiar, if nothing else. For me, it was safe.
[ a little tidbit of backstory there. he smiles, and it's a little more genuine. ] And Lin's a chain smoker, anyway. So, I'm used to it. It's almost comforting.
[he'd hesitated, until he was sure bixing didn't need him to put it out, but-- takes another drag, after that.]
Not uncommon for us, either-- the nobility hid it a little more, but plenty of us who were more lowborn smoked thistle more openly. I was used to it when I was small.
[ really, for lu bixing, in the past ten years of his life, it'd been more about the escape and the harm than it had been anything safe, but, he's not lying in that the familiarity is nice, so. he sighs a little, looking up at the stars above. ]
Mm. The Eighth was about the only place you could get things like that. There are no slums on Wolto. The idea's laughable.
That's what the Eighth Galaxy was, really. People who were poor, disabled, undesirable - our vaccuocerebrals, too. All of them ended up where I was born.
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But... the Union stopped seeing us as people, and we stopped seeing the Union as our government.
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...Hah. No, no. It's fine, I was done with it.
[ ok. there's an ease to the way he says this- the same way he shut down rynlan talking to him about his long, miserable grief, a few days before. kindly, but a wall nonetheless. ] Sorry. I'd have to ask you to keep that our little secret, if you wouldn't mind.
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[just in case.]
I won't mention it.
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[ ... ]
...The neighborhood that I grew up in wasn't really what you'd call the best place - most people would've just called it a slum. If you can think of any kind of illegal activity, it was happening there, but... When I was a little kid, I used to have some atrophy issues in my legs, so I'd park myself outside on a corner with my books and just sit and read and watch the world. I got to know all the people that lived there, and they'd come by and pat my head and talk to me. The smell's familiar, if nothing else. For me, it was safe.
[ a little tidbit of backstory there. he smiles, and it's a little more genuine. ] And Lin's a chain smoker, anyway. So, I'm used to it. It's almost comforting.
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[he'd hesitated, until he was sure bixing didn't need him to put it out, but-- takes another drag, after that.]
Not uncommon for us, either-- the nobility hid it a little more, but plenty of us who were more lowborn smoked thistle more openly. I was used to it when I was small.
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Mm. The Eighth was about the only place you could get things like that. There are no slums on Wolto. The idea's laughable.
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[that gets him to glance back over-- smoke filters from his mouth as he speaks,before he exhales the rest.]
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Because poor people aren't allowed, on Wolto.
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[but the face he makes says plenty about how he feels about that.]
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But... the Union stopped seeing us as people, and we stopped seeing the Union as our government.
[ (profile skill) starting revolutions ] So.
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[ yeah buddy ]