"Hey, wait... why do you say that?" Linden asks, frowning. "You don't have the brains? Who's to say? You seem pretty smart to me."
It's a kneejerk reaction, probably elicited by years of being called an idiot and a dolt for letting his attention wander from his machines on the factory line. District 6 was a wasteful place for a genius to be born, and such remarks sting, even if a child is clever and cocky enough to know they're not true.
"'Ravish your women?'" Linden asks, eyebrows raising. "Do... you know what that means?"
He doesn't say it, but all of that sure sounds like a child overheard adults and is parroting them as passionately as a parrot can.
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It's a kneejerk reaction, probably elicited by years of being called an idiot and a dolt for letting his attention wander from his machines on the factory line. District 6 was a wasteful place for a genius to be born, and such remarks sting, even if a child is clever and cocky enough to know they're not true.
"'Ravish your women?'" Linden asks, eyebrows raising. "Do... you know what that means?"
He doesn't say it, but all of that sure sounds like a child overheard adults and is parroting them as passionately as a parrot can.