Pure Reason
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seleniasTitle: Pure Reason
Characters/pairing: Gen team!
Fandom: Shinzo/Mushrambo
Rating: all audiences
Word Count: 457
Notes: Gen team observations... these boys talk.
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"I don't get it at all," Mushra complained. "These psychos want to eat her. They believe she's some crazy killing machine, and Yakumo won't even tell them to screw off?"
Kutal polished the plate in his hand until is shined. "I can name one problem that comes to mind: you have no tolerance for perspectives different from your own."
"Not fair and not true," Mushra snapped. "I just don't like it when people can't see the obvious."
Sago was busy mending a tear in his cloak, but he glanced up, unusually stern. "You said she slept for 500 years."
"Yeahhh. What about it?"
"It doesn't take a genius to think about that history for a bit. Humans weren't just banished from Enterra -- it was genocide. If Yakumo was a child then, you can imagine that in times like that the violence was at its worst. It probably scares her."
"That doesn't mean she should let every Enterran just walk all over her."
"I wasn't finished," Sago muttered. "Yeah, that's not sensible, but what does she know about what's sensible when she's seeing the world for the first time after the execution of her entire race? If she really is being guided to Shinzo, there's more than a little pressure to make a difference, you know?"
Mushra thought for a moment. "There's no way to avoid violence though. That's how Enterra is ruled."
"And that will be a rough lesson for her," Kutal continued. "That is why we must be patient."
"Oh," Mushra said. He rocked back on his rear, deflated. "Oh. You're not disagreeing with me."
"I still think it's admirable," Sago protested. "Her behavior is a different kind of defiance."
"Yes." The dishes clacked together until Kutal tightly strung them back in their sling. The silverware gleamed and disappeared. "Though it does make one wonder if she has any sense of self-preservation."
Mushra stayed quiet. He rolled onto his belly and hung by his arms from his hovercraft, knees dragging in the dirt. "I bet I scared her," he murmured. "She's probably repulsed by me, if I remind her of her childhood."
Sago opened his mouth to speak, then said nothing.
Later though, when the fire was out and Mushra finally slipped into his own bedroll for the night, unusually pensive, Sago tapped him on the shoulder.
"You're wrong," he said.
"Wha?" Mushra's vision was already crusted with sleep.
"She's only upset with you because your opinion of her matters the most to her."
"Ugh, Sago, sleep now, talk later." And he was out.
Sago laid awake in the dark. Yakumo's vehicle Hakuba was dark and silent, save for the light of the stars reflecting off its pale encasing. Sago didn't believe she would always stay this way. But for now, he hoped the peace she displayed would eventually learn to include herself.
Characters/pairing: Gen team!
Fandom: Shinzo/Mushrambo
Rating: all audiences
Word Count: 457
Notes: Gen team observations... these boys talk.
-
"I don't get it at all," Mushra complained. "These psychos want to eat her. They believe she's some crazy killing machine, and Yakumo won't even tell them to screw off?"
Kutal polished the plate in his hand until is shined. "I can name one problem that comes to mind: you have no tolerance for perspectives different from your own."
"Not fair and not true," Mushra snapped. "I just don't like it when people can't see the obvious."
Sago was busy mending a tear in his cloak, but he glanced up, unusually stern. "You said she slept for 500 years."
"Yeahhh. What about it?"
"It doesn't take a genius to think about that history for a bit. Humans weren't just banished from Enterra -- it was genocide. If Yakumo was a child then, you can imagine that in times like that the violence was at its worst. It probably scares her."
"That doesn't mean she should let every Enterran just walk all over her."
"I wasn't finished," Sago muttered. "Yeah, that's not sensible, but what does she know about what's sensible when she's seeing the world for the first time after the execution of her entire race? If she really is being guided to Shinzo, there's more than a little pressure to make a difference, you know?"
Mushra thought for a moment. "There's no way to avoid violence though. That's how Enterra is ruled."
"And that will be a rough lesson for her," Kutal continued. "That is why we must be patient."
"Oh," Mushra said. He rocked back on his rear, deflated. "Oh. You're not disagreeing with me."
"I still think it's admirable," Sago protested. "Her behavior is a different kind of defiance."
"Yes." The dishes clacked together until Kutal tightly strung them back in their sling. The silverware gleamed and disappeared. "Though it does make one wonder if she has any sense of self-preservation."
Mushra stayed quiet. He rolled onto his belly and hung by his arms from his hovercraft, knees dragging in the dirt. "I bet I scared her," he murmured. "She's probably repulsed by me, if I remind her of her childhood."
Sago opened his mouth to speak, then said nothing.
Later though, when the fire was out and Mushra finally slipped into his own bedroll for the night, unusually pensive, Sago tapped him on the shoulder.
"You're wrong," he said.
"Wha?" Mushra's vision was already crusted with sleep.
"She's only upset with you because your opinion of her matters the most to her."
"Ugh, Sago, sleep now, talk later." And he was out.
Sago laid awake in the dark. Yakumo's vehicle Hakuba was dark and silent, save for the light of the stars reflecting off its pale encasing. Sago didn't believe she would always stay this way. But for now, he hoped the peace she displayed would eventually learn to include herself.
