idolpro | 531 Monstrosity & Morality: Dividing Lines of the Self and Other, Section 1

History tells me something like torture!

"Well, Kindred can withstand a lot more than mortals. Sometimes you can't make an omelette the size of society without breaking a few eggs. We all make compromises."

There's always the people who refuse to work within the bounds accepted by society, I suppose... Assuming it's a voluntary choice, that is.

"If you think about it, isn't it better than killing those who refuse to play along? Really, it's a mercy. Some Princes aren't so kind."

I think that probably depends on who you ask?

"I'm guessing you don't agree."

Sometimes death is kinder, that's all.

"I'd say it's a waste, personally. But you're a mortal, aren't you? Or as Grace would say, a human."

Well, nowadays, anyway.

"Then why does it concern you?"

Because I was still sentenced to death over it.

"Then, wouldn't you understand that those who aren't mortals should govern each other, rather than being beholden to mortal ideas?"

I think you're mixing some things up.

"Mortal" doesn't always mean "human," specifically.

"I suppose I'm just as prone to force of linguistic habit. Do you see yourself as distinct from humanity, still, though?"

Not currently, but that used to be the case.

"But you care about what Kindred do to each other?"

I care about the potential of people, regardless of the species. And I care about that potential having the opportunity to be fully realized while acknowledging and easing the burden of base urges that may be the result of that species' genetic coding.

But maybe I'm too much of an optimist.

"And if it doesn't work? What then?"

If absolutely nothing works... Then death is preferable to a life defanged, I think.

"Is that—"

She looks... distant, for a moment, like she just remembered something. "Is that really so—is that... no, that's..."

"Yes," she says, and in the blink of an eye—

It's Hope? probably. and she looks more or less the same, but less polished, hair tied back, face set in hard lines.

"You're right," she says, bitterly. "I can't believe I forgot for a single fucking second."

[Waving a little! Like this is a totally normal thing to happen!]

Welcome back? ...Forgot what, though?

"That I really, really hate compromise," she says, firmly.

Is that what that was about?

"Part of it, anyway." She shrugs, crosses her arms—it's a distinctly more youthful mannerism than she usually has. "Do you ever look back and think—why in God's name did I do that stupid thing, if I'm so smart?"

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