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stormaktstiden2017-01-15 05:06 pm
finalizes) wrote in stormaktstiden2017-01-15 05:06 pm
His first reflex is to point out that even if they didn't care at all about their Garou family, preserving Kinfolk would still be vital for the race's survival. Which... considering where in history they stand, that is a bit of a moot point. But that doesn't mean that you can just stop doing your best to protect your Kinfolk. That would just be wrong. There are things that must be questioned, traditions and habits and beliefs alike, but that is not one of them. Kinfolk is precious.
It just is.
So he responds with:
"They couldn't look after us. They're weaker."
It just is.
So he responds with:
"They couldn't look after us. They're weaker."
"Then you do this all out of magnanimity? Expecting nothing in return?"
The seeming inconsistency reminds her again: this is the guy who killed her. It's easy to forget when they're talking, especially on a topic like this.
The seeming inconsistency reminds her again: this is the guy who killed her. It's easy to forget when they're talking, especially on a topic like this.
"Would you refuse to protect a family member if they couldn't give you anything in return?"
Because that's what it comes down to, in the end. They will protect them as long as they can, even if they aren't able to produce or raise offspring anymore, which is the one practical use they have, simply because they are weaker. Greater efforts will be extended to ensure the continued survival of a wolf who cannot help with the offspring anymore than to keep alive a werewolf that cannot fight anymore. That's just how it is done, because wolves are weaker, and they are the core of the family, the place where the tribe is born from.
Because that's what it comes down to, in the end. They will protect them as long as they can, even if they aren't able to produce or raise offspring anymore, which is the one practical use they have, simply because they are weaker. Greater efforts will be extended to ensure the continued survival of a wolf who cannot help with the offspring anymore than to keep alive a werewolf that cannot fight anymore. That's just how it is done, because wolves are weaker, and they are the core of the family, the place where the tribe is born from.
It depends on the family member, is what she thinks at first.
"I didn't say that," is what she actually says. "Besides, I can't do much to protect anyone."
"I didn't say that," is what she actually says. "Besides, I can't do much to protect anyone."
Now she glares again, snapping. "That's you. Not me."
Easy for him to say, considering how easily he murdered her--he must be tough. She's not, not so much.
Easy for him to say, considering how easily he murdered her--he must be tough. She's not, not so much.
"Humans are weak. They grow stronger through tools and working together, but their greatest strength is how many of them there are. No matter how many are killed, there will be more left."
So a single human can by definition not be strong.
So a single human can by definition not be strong.
Ray would disagree; she knows quite a few humans who have power to lord over others. But just the thought of them makes her queasy and uncomfortable, so she replaces the thought in her mind with another. "Do you think you know everything about humans?"
Ray taps the toe of her shoe against the ground. "What does that have to do with anything?"
No, she doesn't. They're annoying and deadly; you swat them without a thought and move on.
No, she doesn't. They're annoying and deadly; you swat them without a thought and move on.
"Is them potentially killing me not enough of a reason? Is that what you're trying to tell me? You must never have lived in the tropics."
Ray finds it strange how angry the thought makes her, though she knows she's never killed any creature of real value. Not directly. Surely she hasn't...
When her thoughts hit that wall, she pivots without a thought. They're only talking about mosquitoes.
Ray finds it strange how angry the thought makes her, though she knows she's never killed any creature of real value. Not directly. Surely she hasn't...
When her thoughts hit that wall, she pivots without a thought. They're only talking about mosquitoes.
And now she's exactly where he wanted her to get.
"I am not disagreeing. A species potentially killing you is enough of a reason to kill them."
Now if she thinks back to some earlier parts of their conversation and acquaintance...
"I am not disagreeing. A species potentially killing you is enough of a reason to kill them."
Now if she thinks back to some earlier parts of their conversation and acquaintance...
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She arches one eyebrow. She's indeed thinking back to their interactions earlier, and she doesn't like the implications she's reading from him.
"You killed me when I didn't even do anything to you! Do you think you have an excuse for that too?"
What could Ray do to anybody? Even when dealing with the smallest of the ghosts back home, all she could do was run and hide.
"You killed me when I didn't even do anything to you! Do you think you have an excuse for that too?"
What could Ray do to anybody? Even when dealing with the smallest of the ghosts back home, all she could do was run and hide.
"Every member of your species is a potential threat to my species." Wolves, not werewolves, but Laughs doesn't see a difference here, because in a roundabout way, it means the same - if all wolves are dead, his tribe will be gone, because Red Talons can't breed with any species but wolves. And, well, they're wolves themselves, aren't they? At least as children, and if you're less technical, always.
"How am I a threat to anyone?"
Even as she says that, a small voice whispers in her ear that that must be a lie. But she can think of no reason for why that would be, so the idea fades from her mind.
Even as she says that, a small voice whispers in her ear that that must be a lie. But she can think of no reason for why that would be, so the idea fades from her mind.
Her frown tightens, but deep down there's almost a sense of relief as part of the anger within her snaps. She doesn't need to think about what he's saying, especially because it's easier to zero in on the external target.
"What about you? You don't seem to care at all about human lives, yet I'm a bad person for behaving the same way? You killed me!"
"What about you? You don't seem to care at all about human lives, yet I'm a bad person for behaving the same way? You killed me!"
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