So he’s another one of the false believers. It's not surprising. From what she knows, most Tosevites cling to their own nonsense beliefs instead of acknowledging the true Emperor…although she isn’t sure why this mythical Big Ugly would single out one out of many to punish. Aside from being small, squirrely and cynical, this one doesn’t strike her as particularly special or evil.
She draws herself up ramrod straight at this Big Ugly’s words. “Disgusting,” she repeats again. “Where are the other not-empires during this? I understand some of them are loud about things such as ‘human rights’. Why are they not here to stop this?”
Perhaps, a part of herself thinks, this is where they send their unwanted. It’s not unheard of with Tosevites. It’s times like this that Kassquit is revolted to share the same species with them, even if it’s by unlucky chance. She even wonders if this Big Ugly has ever had the same thoughts. Sometimes they could surprise you by acting civilized one moment, then completely alien the next. The…maneuver her companion pulls with his face, his pushed-in snout squishing and pulling at his mouth, is fascinatingly odd to watch. Judging from his words earlier, she assumes it’s most likely an expression of distaste. Maybe.
It hasn’t sunk in until now that she could actually die here until she watches the Tosevites brutalize each other before the Games have even started. Somehow it was different watching it from a screen, telling herself it was more propaganda that the not-empires used. The only time she thought she would die was when that Deutsche pilot tried to attack her ship – being nearly atomized wasn’t the same as being killed slowly, brutally, with an audience gambling on you outlasting their other victims. The sheer barbarity of the situation makes her long for her cramped cubicle back on the ship.
“Will something like this make the audience root for you?” Kassquit demands, stabbing her finger at the wire in her hand. It’s still looped together in the strange formation the Big Ugly was making earlier. “I want them to like me.”
If she’d had any more experience with being human, she would know better then to show all her cards to Howard. Lucky for him she hasn't caught on.
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Date: 2013-01-31 02:53 pm (UTC)She draws herself up ramrod straight at this Big Ugly’s words. “Disgusting,” she repeats again. “Where are the other not-empires during this? I understand some of them are loud about things such as ‘human rights’. Why are they not here to stop this?”
Perhaps, a part of herself thinks, this is where they send their unwanted. It’s not unheard of with Tosevites. It’s times like this that Kassquit is revolted to share the same species with them, even if it’s by unlucky chance. She even wonders if this Big Ugly has ever had the same thoughts. Sometimes they could surprise you by acting civilized one moment, then completely alien the next. The…maneuver her companion pulls with his face, his pushed-in snout squishing and pulling at his mouth, is fascinatingly odd to watch. Judging from his words earlier, she assumes it’s most likely an expression of distaste. Maybe.
It hasn’t sunk in until now that she could actually die here until she watches the Tosevites brutalize each other before the Games have even started. Somehow it was different watching it from a screen, telling herself it was more propaganda that the not-empires used. The only time she thought she would die was when that Deutsche pilot tried to attack her ship – being nearly atomized wasn’t the same as being killed slowly, brutally, with an audience gambling on you outlasting their other victims. The sheer barbarity of the situation makes her long for her cramped cubicle back on the ship.
“Will something like this make the audience root for you?” Kassquit demands, stabbing her finger at the wire in her hand. It’s still looped together in the strange formation the Big Ugly was making earlier. “I want them to like me.”
If she’d had any more experience with being human, she would know better then to show all her cards to Howard. Lucky for him she hasn't caught on.