"My parents walked a hard road to get me to the Last City safely. They paid the price too. These Eliksni may be outsiders, but I see something familiar in 'em. Loss. Pain. Hope." —Amanda Holliday
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// USER: @EURFOB //
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@EURFOB: Misraakskel knows what time it is on Europa, yes?
@BOTZA-GUEST: My apologies, Variks.
@EURFOB: No apologies. Own choices, yes? Do better.
@EURFOB: What is Misraakskel seeking?
@EURFOB: [insect-like chattering]
@BOTZA-GUEST: I know. I am finding myself at odds with an Exo, a leader of humanity. She does not trust our kind, and I fear what may come of her intolerance.
@EURFOB: Trust is earned, yes?
@BOTZA-GUEST: This is different. Blunt. Cold.
@BOTZA-GUEST: She does not wish to give trust. There is no transaction. Just… anger.
@EURFOB: Variks knows this. Variks also remembers Misraakskel as a soft-shelled hatchling, always mewling. Always wishing to make friends, even with the older Dregs who would push him over.
@EURFOB: Misraakskel, always trying.
@BOTZA-GUEST: Is peace not worth trying for?
@EURFOB: With those who accept peace in their hearts? Yes.
@EURFOB: Some only know war. Only want war.
@EURFOB: Not all battles can be won with words.
@BOTZA-GUEST: Then, what? I cannot strike at her. It would confirm all of the Humans' worst fears.
@EURFOB: This is where Misraakskel and Variks differ. But perhaps… also where we are similar.
@EURFOB: Do you trust any of the Humans?
@BOTZA-GUEST: Yes. Some.
@EURFOB: With your life?
@EURFOB: There is Misraakskel's perspective.
@BOTZA-GUEST: Thank you, Variks.
@EURFOB: Do not thank Variks yet. The day is long, but the night is longer.