"Oh, you wouldn't be one of my Tributes anymore. I'd have you made up like one of those." He flicks his cigarette at the Avox, still scurrying around cleaning things, and then, to kill the smell of alcohol coming from the broken bottle and invading his nose, takes another long drag of the herbal analgesic.
"And they aren't human. We brainwash the souls out of them, and that's merciful, by our standards. I says we should just line them up against a wall, but no one listens to common sense these days, and I guess they're useful for taking out the trash." He wrinkles his upper lip at Jack. "Well, some of it, at least."
He helps himself to the District Eight coffee, realizing that Swann may take a while, a necklace gift for her feeling heavy in his pocket.
"Anyway, if you're going to go around making judgment calls, you should get to know what country you live in. Don't assume we stop at cutting a traitor's tongue out." He sticks his own out, briefly, at Jack, without a semblance of childishness.
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"And they aren't human. We brainwash the souls out of them, and that's merciful, by our standards. I says we should just line them up against a wall, but no one listens to common sense these days, and I guess they're useful for taking out the trash." He wrinkles his upper lip at Jack. "Well, some of it, at least."
He helps himself to the District Eight coffee, realizing that Swann may take a while, a necklace gift for her feeling heavy in his pocket.
"Anyway, if you're going to go around making judgment calls, you should get to know what country you live in. Don't assume we stop at cutting a traitor's tongue out." He sticks his own out, briefly, at Jack, without a semblance of childishness.