"At leatht in the Capitol you won't violate the privathy of my mind whenever you get clothe enough. Talk all you fucking want." Psii, missing the point, news at 11.
Psii didn't hold hope (or dread?) that any of Helmsman's things were still around. The tribble could have scuttled away to avoid the purge. It had probably been hiding in the vents or something.
"Don't talk about them like you know what being a thlave ith like. You don't. You don't know what it'th like to have overtheerth breathing down your neck even when you thleep, finding exthcutheth to punish you becauthe it'th fun, becauthe they can. You haven't been bought and thold becauthe other trollth think it'th their right to own you, like thomeone ownth furniture or a computer." He took a shuddering breath through his nose. The tribble's coos helped keep him from waxing on about a past he'd rather not think about, and possibly being flagged as an insurgent.
"I'll athk them mythelf how many I can keep," he finally concluded.
He was going to shoot for the maximum allowed, of course, but no more than that. There was a reason his own block was disturbingly spotless ever since he found out what an Avox was, and he never left a mess behind in the food preparation block. Though he was naturally messy with anything other than precious electronics, he had enough practice himself to make his block look like no one lived there at all. So disturbed was he about Avoxes, he hadn't even tried putting up a poster or leaving a jacket on a chair.
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Psii didn't hold hope (or dread?) that any of Helmsman's things were still around. The tribble could have scuttled away to avoid the purge. It had probably been hiding in the vents or something.
"Don't talk about them like you know what being a thlave ith like. You don't. You don't know what it'th like to have overtheerth breathing down your neck even when you thleep, finding exthcutheth to punish you becauthe it'th fun, becauthe they can. You haven't been bought and thold becauthe other trollth think it'th their right to own you, like thomeone ownth furniture or a computer." He took a shuddering breath through his nose. The tribble's coos helped keep him from waxing on about a past he'd rather not think about, and possibly being flagged as an insurgent.
"I'll athk them mythelf how many I can keep," he finally concluded.
He was going to shoot for the maximum allowed, of course, but no more than that. There was a reason his own block was disturbingly spotless ever since he found out what an Avox was, and he never left a mess behind in the food preparation block. Though he was naturally messy with anything other than precious electronics, he had enough practice himself to make his block look like no one lived there at all. So disturbed was he about Avoxes, he hadn't even tried putting up a poster or leaving a jacket on a chair.