#thraelleon

“I’ve studied the Human culture and can’t stop to amuse, how different is your art in different parts of the Galaxy.” Admiral wasn’t looking at the hologram - his eyes almost touched Captain’s face, waking up in him the hidden memories of red highlights on the walls of his quarters. “No unity in your ideas. Like you are alien to each other, more than Tuskens to Gungans.” “I’ve never though about it, sir.” “What do you - Human - see here? You may say it straight. I won’t punish you for incompetence.” “I see... fussy young birds and their wiser relative, rejected with the collective for being different. He just doesn’t match.” “Why doesn’t he match?” “Maybe, his character is too different. Or maybe he is...” Captain shrugged in his vain attempts to get rid of association of the dying leaves on the tree with the ones he found this morning. Right now the thoughts of unevitable fading made his heart skip a beat. “Maybe he is just too old for such things.” “Yes, you are right. He is old,” Admiral’s intonations became a little less cold and careless, but it was so brief that Pellaeon couldn’t catch the emotion that slipped into them. “Despite all the disunity, this archetipe seems to unite all Humans. Like after crossing some line they cease to be living beings, and the only approaching death has a meaning. Even though some of you believe, that death is not the end of your path.”