[There's a noticeable pause here as she just stares at the text, frowning slightly, genuinely unsure of how to answer. It's not something she thinks about wanting or not wanting; needing or not needing. The lack of it in both her life and, she believes, in the world at large is too much of an immutable fact.]
Even in the most anti-social of races, a desire for comfort has until now seemed a universal. Even I myself want it from time to time, though I like to think myself above most petty desires.
[Contrary to what one might think, Callisto likes getting this question. It's an excuse to slander Xena, and while that's somewhat less satisfying in a world where Xena doesn't exist, she likes the thought that she might show up someday and find out that everybody here knows the truth about her.]
A woman known as Xena, Warrior Princess, came to visit my village for a little barbecue one day. Tell me, do you know what burning flesh smells like? Do you know how long it takes a fire victim to succumb to their wounds? I do.
Xena took my family, my home, and everything good inside me. This is what she left me with.
[Talking about it hurts, but not much more than thinking about it does, and she already thinks about it all the time.]
As a matter of fact, I do know both of those things. And my world is currently occupied by a force that would like to entirely destroy my people. That is not to say that your struggle is less. It's simply to suggest that I don't see such a thing doing quite that much damage.
[He lies a lot, so he's not going to call someone a liar in so many words. He'll just let the implication be there.]
How could I possibly be, in the face of such threats? Doubtlessly you've cowed many a foe. With your... teeth. I've seen more impressive, but surely it's how you use them that matters.
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plainsimple) wrote2030-07-09 10:31 pm
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All of that died a long time ago.
Why?
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cw: fire death
A woman known as Xena, Warrior Princess, came to visit my village for a little barbecue one day. Tell me, do you know what burning flesh smells like? Do you know how long it takes a fire victim to succumb to their wounds? I do.
Xena took my family, my home, and everything good inside me. This is what she left me with.
[Talking about it hurts, but not much more than thinking about it does, and she already thinks about it all the time.]
Re: cw: fire death
[He lies a lot, so he's not going to call someone a liar in so many words. He'll just let the implication be there.]
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