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SA: ...Can ! help you, m!dblood.
LC: Erm, not really. Are you-- Are you trying to imitate a highblood, or...?
SA: ! would punch you !n the fuck!n' face for even suggest!n' that !f ! knew you d!dn't know better.
SA: No. Just a!n't used to see!n' your k!nd !n the slums.
LC: Well, it's just, you sounded like you were (ommanding me, sort of.
LC: And it's not like I'm treated any better than most lowbloods. In fa(t, I'm (onsidered a lowblood, so.
SA: Nnnnnnnnope. Just fuck!n' pleased as grub punch to be deal!ng w!th another h!gherblood.
LC: Do you think of me as a highblood?
SA: Why shouldn't !? !'m pretty much near the fuck!n' end of the totem pole.
SA: Or have you not tak!n' a look at your surround!ngs? Does !t look l!ke we're l!v!ng the l!fe here?
SA: Glad ! could fuck!n' amuse you.
LC: It's blatant that you don't know too mu(h about my blood (aste.
SA: Don't know and honestly don't care. ! watch out for my own, and that's !t.
LC: And the fa(t that you're treating me as if I am high on the spe(trum is ridi(ulous.
SA: You'd be surpr!sed what a few caste levels can do to a person.
SA: The real 'w!nners' of the bunch don't r!de through here.
LC: I really love your sunny disposition.
LC: Makes you seem like su(h a great troll.
SA: ! don't care for !mpress!ons. !'m not try!ng to w!n Troll of the Year.
LC: Not like you (ould if you tried, honestly.
SA: !'ve been through sh!t and watched enough of !t happen to people ! l!ked.
SA: All ! care about !s see!n' to !t any h!ghblood ! can get my hands on suffers.
LC: I guess I should wat(h my ba(k, then.
SA: A!n't !nterested !n you. ! m!ght look at you l!ke you're h!gher then me. But !'m not dumb enough to be unable to tell the d!fference.
LC: Sure as hell seems like it.
LC: You don't make sense.
SA: Fact of the matter !s, though, purely because of your blood, you've l!ved d!fferently from us here. No matter how small the change, you've more then l!kely got !t better then us.
SA: So you waltz !n here pretend!ng you know what !t means to be one of us lowbloods, and !t p!sses me r!ght the fuck off.
LC: I never said I know what it's exa(tly like to be in /your/ shoes, dumbass.
LC: I've met rustbloods from this area who had a better output than you.
SA: Then they're probably e!ther k!ssasses, tra!tors, or l!ars.
SA: ! have no !ntent!on of l!v!ng as some h!ghblood's pet l!ke some !d!ots.
LC: And there's your problem.
LC: Automati( total assumption.
SA: !t's got me th!s far.
SA: And n!ne t!mes outta ten, !'m r!ght.
LC: You assume that, be(ause my blood is green, that I automati(ally live a better life than you. In reality, it may be the (ase, but you (an't know for sure. You see me as a highblood, but you know I'm not.
LC: The fa(t of the matter is, you're more than likely taking your anger out unreasonably on other trolls who have little to no business at all with what you asso(iate them with.
SA: ! don't see the problem w!th that.
SA: !f they're not part of the solut!on, they're part of the problem.
LC: You haven't even gotten the worst of the sti(k. Rustbloods have it worse than you. Jadebloods, like myself, are seen as oddities and are usually shunned out from both lowbloods and highbloods, like you're doing now.
LC: And your statement is (ompletely wrong.
LC: There is a neutral party, who either has no possible affiliation or knowledge with it.
SA: !'ve known plenty of rustbloods. Some of them were my best fuck!n' fr!ends. And !'ve watched them get cut down for just look!n' at a blue blood wrong.
LC: Need I remind you what happened to the limebloods?
SA: And guess what. Neutral part!es? They a!n't do!n' jacksh!t for the rest of us.
SA: Yeah, worked out REAL well for them.
LC: Oh, you have it sooo hard. They got (ompletely wiped out. Stop overdramata(izing yourself.
SA: They got w!ped out, so at least they a!n't deal!n' w!th th!s sh!t anymore.
LC: You're not making yourself look like the hero you so blatantly try to be, trying to dish out justi(e for the blower bloods. You're making yourself look like an asshat, not worthy of even sharing the air we breathe with a rustblood I know.
SA: ! a!n't a hero. Never have been, never cla!m to be.
LC: But you're indire(tly trying to be one.
SA: ! f!ght for a l!v!ng !n the P!t. ! k!ll h!ghbloods there and more. ! put my l!fe on the l!ne every day to scrape by.
LC: You're not even part of the solution, you know. You're an addition to the problem.
LC: You've probably killed highbloods who were against the hemospe(trum, haven't you?
LC: If you want to make a real (hange, then hop on up the (ondes(e's flagship and gut the bit(h.
SA: Noth!n' !'d love more.
LC: And what's stopping you?
LC: You know it's pointless.
LC: No amount of highbloods you kill
SA: The fact that !t's !n fuck!n' outer space?
SA: !t's what ! do !n l!fe. !t's what !'m good at.
LC: be(ause nothing you do to (hange what's going on is going to work.
SA: !t makes me feel al!ve.
SA: Hasn't yet. Ya know what? Nobody asked you to come along and fuck!ng analyze my l!fe.
LC: You're going to make yourself fail at your task and ability, and end up on the very butt end of the sti(k, stu(k right into the dirt with a fork in your eye so(kets.
LC: No, no one has. You're right.
LC: But your being a radi(al dipshit motherfu(ker has spawned that.
LC: It's only further proving my point.
LC: The fa(t that you haven't been hunted by the drones or killed by one of the (ondes(e's lieutenants is a mystery to me.
SA: They can try and send drones after me !f they want. !'d l!ke to try and take one of them down.
LC: In fa(t, it'd be better if she did wipe you off the fa(e of the planet. I'd see it as a benefit to your (ause. You're not helping what you stand for.
SA: What ! STAND for !s fuck!n' retr!but!on.
LC: "Oh, hey, look, I a killed a highblood. Are you proud of me, lusus?"
LC: What you stand for is geno(ide.
LC: You're no better than the highbloods.
SA: HEY YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT MY LUSUS!
LC: You're on the level of shit that you throw highbloods on.
SA: You don't know what the fuck you're talk!n' about.
LC: "Oh, hey, let's solve murder with more murder. Even the murder of the inno(ent. Rebellion! Retribution! Be proud of me! I'm doing GOOD THINGS."
LC: No. You're a fu(king di(k.
LC: If you want retribution, you either have to (ull yourself right now, or look at things from a better perspe(tive. The view of a (oldblooded murderer is not going to (ause (hange for the better.
SA: Yeah? And when's the last t!me any of your fuck!n' 'enl!ghtened' methods ever worked, huh? !f !t's sooooo fuck!n' easy to change th!ngs, why a!n't !t done yet?
LC: Or, do you so drasti(ally hate highbloods, you want to kill them all and be(ome the Emporer yourself?
LC: Oh, when has my method worked?
SA: ! am not try!ng to ra!se a cause. ! am not try!ng to wave a fuck!n' banner. ! AM JUST TRY!N' FUCK!N' VENT ALL TH!S FUCK!N' RAGE !NS!DE ON THE PEOPLE WHO GOGDAMN DESERVE !T!
LC: When I let a highblood and a lowblood be(ome friends. Be(ause they understood what the fu(k they stand for.
LC: I know a highblood. She's a sweet troll. Doesn't mean anybody any harm. Never has, never will.
LC: Does she deserve, be(ause of her blood (olor?
LC: That's the viewpoint of a highblood, sir.
SA: Let me know when that fuck!n' d!smantles the caste system.
LC: If that's the (ase, then I should (ut you down right now for talking shit to me, just be(ause you're a shitblood.
SA: And don't you fuck!n' dare call me s!r. ! am s!ck and t!red as fuck of people th!nk!n' ! can't be a fuck!n' lady! YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!
LC: Or, oh wait, would that be the HIGHBLOOD thing to do?
LC: I will as soon you realize that you're a fu(king moron.
SA: SHUT UP OR ! SWEAR TO FUCK!N'...UGH, ! W!LL FUCK!N' CAVE YOUR FUCK!N' SKULL !N!
LC: Try to and I will sever the hand of whi(h you so gallantly flail about from your patheti( little arm.
SA: !'D L!KE TO SEE YOU TRY, YOU NOOKSN!FF!NG B!TCH! ! SHOULD R!P YOU L!MB FROM L!MB FOR COM!NG !NTO -MY- TOWN, JUDG!NG -MY- L!FE, AND !NSULT!NG -MY- FUCK!N' D!GN!TY!
LC: And don't you ever try to make the inno(ent look like the bad. Give repayment to the ones who a(tually deserve. Not the ones you assume be(ause they're part of a (aste that does more harm than good.
LC: Oh, I'm sorry, Mayor! Please, let me go tell the (ondes(e and her drones that I know the fu(king lo(ation of a psy(hopathi( highblood-murdering peasant.
LC: Or would that be the HIGHBLOOD thing to do?
SA: *She's shak!ng w!th rage at th!s po!nt, f!sts clenched. But there are the h!nts of tears !n her eyes.* F!NE! DO !T! MAYBE ! WANNA FUCK!NG D!E, HUH?! !'D L!KE TO SEE THEM TRY AND K!LL ME!
LC: But I'm not going to do that, be(ause I know better.
LC: All you need to do is realize that not every highblood you see thinks of you as a peasant, or that (ertain people think they're automati(ally better than you be(ause they have a different pigment in their veins.
SA: YOU TRY DEAL!NG W!TH ALL TH!S....FUCK!NG ANGER! HUH?! YOU TH!NK ! CAN FUCK!N' STAND FOR PEACE?! FOR BE!N' SOME K!NDA HERO?! ! CAN'T! !'M A FUCK!NG PSYCHOPATH AND ! M!GHT AS WELL JUST FUCK!N' ACCEPT !T!
LC: I think you (an, a(tually.
LC: Just stop with the over-aggresive broad perspe(tive.
LC: Simple, brutal barbarism is wrong.
SA: *She's l!terally speechless. Noth!ng she can say can counter any of th!s, and !t just...frustrates her v!s!bly. She does l!ttle more than growl !n reply.*
LC: It's only going to further destru(tion on your already downgraded (aste. It won't bring retribution. Only geno(ide and murder.
SA: *She stomps over to the nearest wall and punches !t. Or more accurately, through !t, hang!ng her head low.*
LC: But you see that I'm not the enemy here. I'm an assistant. You stand for the right thing with the wrong methods. Whether you see it or not.
LC: I know I've upset you, I'm sorry.
SA: ! don't...! don't fuck!ng KNOW anyth!ng else, okay?!
LC: You seem like a hell of a woman. You've just got the wrong type of anger.
SA: !'ve had to fuck!ng f!ght s!nce ! was barely out of be!n' a larva. My lusus was stalked by all k!nds of...poachers and sh!t...fuck!n' bas!l!sk attracted 'em l!ke a magnet.
LC: And those trolls deserve what they dish out.
LC: But are several that don't. You know that.
SA: ! don't fuck!n' do peace and k!ndness and sh!t...!'m just a b!g fuck!n' bundle of rage. Someone just fuck!n' po!nts !n a d!rect!on and tear !t to shreds.
SA: Why should ! even bother try!n' to be anyth!ng else?
LC: You want retribution, right?
LC: Then be what you need to be to get that. But in the right way.
SA: ! don't even know what r!ght !s.
LC: I (ould help. I'm sure there are others you know who (ould help.
SA: *She shoves her hands !n her pockets, k!ck!ng at the d!rt.* ! don't even know why !'m st!ll fuck!n' talk!n' to you.
LC: Is your hand alright?
SA: A l!ttle blood won't k!ll me. Wouldn't be the f!rst t!me.
SA: Momma sa!d !'ve been crazy strong s!nce ! was hatched. Crazy angry too.
LC: -holds her hand out- I'm Siella.
SA: *She s!mply stares at her hand for a few long moments before reach!ng out and shak!ng.* Chatha.
Chatha, whoever you are, you're amazing.
