Some time ago, in a jamjar far, far away....

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But why would you not, that's just...

"More of them will die if you don't teach them." And death comes too many of them before they ever have children of their own even with the added advantage of the additional knowledge. More often when you refrain from telling them more than the three absolutely necessary things, as he's heard the Weaver Rutters do.

...Somehow, they seem to be talking about different things here, almost.

[liveasmyself]

Ray blinks a few times as she tries to process his words. It's the complete opposite of everything she's heard or experienced.

"People die all the time for knowing or thinking things. At times, people have been, ah... taken away simply because someone thinks they know or think things. That's why people don't talk about these things."

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...That makes absolutely no sense.

"Your people don't want other humans to be able to avoid danger and defend themselves and their people?"

[liveasmyself]

For her, the key there is other humans. She thinks of all they said in school about the communists. And what Mr. Chang said of what he'd seen in the outside world.

"For some, that would be true. They wouldn't want their enemies to be able to defend themselves.

"What was it like where you lived?"

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Well, enemies. That's different. But the way she said it, it sounded like they were just spreading misinformation among their own people.

"But it sounded like you don't teach your own cubs what they need to know."

He shrugs - more a rolling of his shoulders than a shrug, like a piece of body language not learned correctly. "We protect our own by teaching them what they need to know."

[liveasmyself]

"That's precisely what I said.

"Even at school, we--" Were encouraged to rat out other students. The words catch in her throat, but she's not sure why.

"...It sounds like your parents and teachers expected you all to be much more independent."

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"The point of teaching someone is that they can act independently. And if you ever want to be considered mature, you'll have to be able to act independently." Or well, independently of the teachers. Not necessarily alone.

To teach and not aim for independent acting is... something he finds hard to conceive.

[liveasmyself]

She huffs, impatient. "I didn't say that these were my choices. I can stand on my own."

"My school... And all the others, I think--they all wanted to teach people the opposite of that. To work together, to think the same way... That's how it always was."

She used to be good at it, even if her mind was always a little too rebellious. She used to be able to hide that under an enthusiasm for their patriotic activities.

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"But they are the choices of your people, so they'll eventually become your choices, too."

That's the problem with humans. Even if some of them might try, they really can't stop being humans and thinking like the humans that came before them. Not in the grander scheme of things.

"And you can work together despite being independent. Especially if you are independent, then you can bring more into the group you're working with that isn't already there."

[liveasmyself]

Maybe it's time to switch tactics. They have completely different pictures of the world; his sounds more like the ideas in countries her counselor had once visited. She shrugs, "Do you get to decide what the adults do in your world?"

Adults, because he looks like he can't be any older than her or Wei--weird as it is to think that the guy who killed her is another kid.

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"I'm an adult." Well, at least within wolf and Garou society. The ID that he uses to interact with humans seems to indicate that he's not of age yet among them, which confuses him - he's as independent as any adult, physically mature, and has enough knowledge to survive alone.

Humans have weird criteria. "But I don't get to decide what the elders do." That seems to at least hold some similarity to what she is talking about, and even if this place is some kind of place that tries to spy on him, that's not particularly new or exciting information. Everyone knows that you can't tell someone above your own rank what to do.

[liveasmyself]

"And we don't get to decide what the government does. It sounds like the same thing." Finally--at least there's a way he can hopefully understand.

She's curious about something else now; she scans him carefully from head to toe. "How old are you?"

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"Six."

He blinks at her.

"Why?"

[liveasmyself]

Ray blinks back and resolves her mouth into a rather stern frown. He's definitely kidding her; her annoyance at that fact meshes with the relative civility of their conversation to make her temporarily forget much fear of him. Right now he's not the guy who killed her--instead he's just a boy fooling around.

"I was asking a serious question! I'm 17 and you don't look any older than me."

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The reaction surprises and confuses him at first. He was just giving a serious answer, after all, and just asked why she was asking... WAIT.

"And you're human and I'm not!" The 'human' sounds like an slur when he says it, not a descriptor.

That's it, isn't it? Everyone seems to always apply human standards when measuring anything, even when they know that that's not applicable. And she should know.

[liveasmyself]

"What?"

And now she's reminded to be scared; not because he says he isn't human, but because of the outburst. She grips the doorway of the shop with one hand, though she doesn't yet think to flee. She's still curious, and what else is she going to do besides try to satisfy that feeling? With her death here and then the times spirits killed her back home, it's not quite the deterrent it once was. At least not until things start looking really bad.

"You're... not? Are you a spirit? I didn't think their ages mattered."

For her, it's easier to believe that an otherwise human guy transforms into whatever the hell his other form was.

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For all he knows, she's correct about that. Spirits seem to be ageless. They can be made to disappear and surely appeared first at one point, but they don't age, and many probably aren't intelligent enough to really accumulate mental age through experience.

But thing is, he isn't a spirit. Well, not really. Partially or something, but his primary and birth body is still physical. It's more like he has a special connection.

"No."

And he's not going to elaborate on that without further prompting, but at least the outburst seems to be over?

[liveasmyself]

"Then what are you?"

Perhaps she needs to give a little to get a little. Slow and contrite, she adds, "I didn't mean to upset you. I really thought you were human."

[finalizes]

...He isn't sure if he should feel offended or consider it a compliment towards his habitualised acting skills.

Or just wonder if she just reacts really weirdly to Delirium. Usually people who stay as in control of their own actions as she did when seeing a Garou's war form remember what they saw afterwards...

"A werewolf."

[liveasmyself]

"A werewolf?"

Well, the wolf part seems to make sense, given the form he had taken before.

"I've never heard of those. I don't think we have them where I live."

Then again, she hadn't really believed in spirits or gods before either.

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"Most humans don't know about us."

Since he still kind of thinks that they're in his home world, he'll just assume that that is the reason why she doesn't know it.

[liveasmyself]

"Why?" Or maybe she means 'how.' To clarify her curiosity, she clears her throat and adds, "...Earlier you seemed hard to miss."

Says the girl who just assumed he was a weird human.

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"Almost all humans don't remember us afterwards when we're in our war form."

And then there's such things as trying to look nothing but human where humans can see you, and covering your tracks where you were seen.

[liveasmyself]

"War form?" So is he a soldier of some sort?

"You seemed awfully memorable to me," she remarks, perhaps a little bitterly.

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"Human brains react to something so scary that it would impact their sanity by forgetting. War forms are scary to them. Most," give him a moment, he's trying to do numbers, "like 95 or 99% of all humans have that mechanism. You just seem to be the 1 %."