11-02-2007, 09:43 PM
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Of course he could only wonder as to things were the way they were; he had come to know enough that he realized that not everything had an answer. Why his mother had left was one of them, and why his brother was the way he was was another. And there were some things that he wanted to ask but would probably never actually do it; why? Maybe he was afraid of a reaction and maybe he was afraid of the answer; what he didn't know couldn't hurt him just yet, anyway. Besides, the specifics probably weren't clear to anyone and in the meantime, he could wonder why exactly Andre hadn't decided to bite his head off just for looking in his direction.
Sure,he replied warily, sitting down also and turning to the ocean, which had a beauty that was infinitely preferable to the other pup's stare.
They're just like us, more or less.The few he had met had given no reason to think otherwise either; they had been reasonable, kind, and cooperative, had done nothing to harm him, and thus had done nothing to make him think they were anything sinister. Phasma had clarified that especially and no one else had told him otherwise. His mother's words, whatever they had been, had already begun to fade in his mind and he could only doubt them anyway because after all, if his father could live amongst them without trouble, then how bad could they really be?