The ignorance of these people astounds him. He can see the brand on some of them, it's easy to assume the rest have them hidden under clothing, he knows they can change, are changing now, and everyone's.. stupid enough to think it won't happen to them.
"You are. You've got a mark, just like we do. You're changing, just like we do, and sooner or later that side of you isn't going to be content with being ignored." She might be keeping the hunger at bay with smaller feral demons, but would it be satisfied with that forever?
Part of him is tempted to take her to task about it all far more harshly but .. she's young. She's small. She's so painfully, obviously not cut from the same cloth the people of the Junkyard were.
Just like Sera. "Look. You don't have to do your own hunting til you're bigger or whatever." Is this what a 'child' was? The closest he'd ever mapped to the word was Cielo. "Not everyone is suited for fighting," he adds very begrudgingly. "Stick with the little ones, we'll do the rest."
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"You are. You've got a mark, just like we do. You're changing, just like we do, and sooner or later that side of you isn't going to be content with being ignored." She might be keeping the hunger at bay with smaller feral demons, but would it be satisfied with that forever?
Part of him is tempted to take her to task about it all far more harshly but .. she's young. She's small. She's so painfully, obviously not cut from the same cloth the people of the Junkyard were.
Just like Sera. "Look. You don't have to do your own hunting til you're bigger or whatever." Is this what a 'child' was? The closest he'd ever mapped to the word was Cielo. "Not everyone is suited for fighting," he adds very begrudgingly. "Stick with the little ones, we'll do the rest."