[If any of her statements are deception, and if Knives notices, there's no sign of it. Defensiveness when dealing with strangers should be expected. But she does seem to suggest she did enjoy hybrid vigor instead of depression, which was to be expected in crossing species. He hadn't asked for a listing of powers, but it'll do.]
I see. It seems a decent enough exchange, then. You are capable of things both parents are not.
[Likely hybrids weren't completely uncommon, she didn't say or do much to suggest otherwise. Perhaps it was done to keep the bloodlines fresh with new genetics.. He wants to ask, but Knives isn't certain she'd know what genes were.]
While most of my kind don't enjoy the same freedom of movement and communication my brother and I do.. [Which was true, the rest were bound in atmosphere-controlled bulbs and didn't speak english. ..It's not going to help the perception that he's a moving veggie.] ..I'm not sure we have the better end of the deal. Our kin live in a state of communal thought and emotion and by and large are reinforced and supported by each other in times of stress or pain. They know far more of peace than we do simply by how they live, don't hold grudges, accept the sorrow with the joy and live for the moment. I'm only part of that if I actively try to be, and holding on takes effort.
[Knives leans back a little, brow furrowed.]
I'm not always sure communication with outsiders and freedom are worth not being able to enjoy that as well. My brother and I in comparison live alone. Isolated in our own minds unless we force our thoughts on another. There is... no peace. No cointegration or cooperation, no kindness, no unity simply because we are the same kind. We have difficulty letting go of the darkness our kin so easily lets slide past, perhaps only because of our differences. We can move when we wish to, but that means we can see all the sorrows and pains of the world, and happy things are much more fleeting. I think it limits us, instead of frees us.
[It's said with thoughtfulness, and something like sadness. None of the independents could live like their bulb bound sisters, in all its limitations and all its unique joys. What could have been averted, if they did?]
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Date: 2013-07-07 06:32 pm (UTC)I see. It seems a decent enough exchange, then. You are capable of things both parents are not.
[Likely hybrids weren't completely uncommon, she didn't say or do much to suggest otherwise. Perhaps it was done to keep the bloodlines fresh with new genetics.. He wants to ask, but Knives isn't certain she'd know what genes were.]
While most of my kind don't enjoy the same freedom of movement and communication my brother and I do.. [Which was true, the rest were bound in atmosphere-controlled bulbs and didn't speak english. ..It's not going to help the perception that he's a moving veggie.] ..I'm not sure we have the better end of the deal. Our kin live in a state of communal thought and emotion and by and large are reinforced and supported by each other in times of stress or pain. They know far more of peace than we do simply by how they live, don't hold grudges, accept the sorrow with the joy and live for the moment. I'm only part of that if I actively try to be, and holding on takes effort.
[Knives leans back a little, brow furrowed.]
I'm not always sure communication with outsiders and freedom are worth not being able to enjoy that as well. My brother and I in comparison live alone. Isolated in our own minds unless we force our thoughts on another. There is... no peace. No cointegration or cooperation, no kindness, no unity simply because we are the same kind. We have difficulty letting go of the darkness our kin so easily lets slide past, perhaps only because of our differences. We can move when we wish to, but that means we can see all the sorrows and pains of the world, and happy things are much more fleeting. I think it limits us, instead of frees us.
[It's said with thoughtfulness, and something like sadness. None of the independents could live like their bulb bound sisters, in all its limitations and all its unique joys. What could have been averted, if they did?]