One hundred and fifty? [Surprise and a hint of disbelief fill his voice, if only because Axel looks so young, younger even than him, and it's hard to imagine living that long when he's only just over 1/6th of that age.]
Maybe. [He doesn't see himself as an idealist, though there are certain things he is far more idealistic about than others. He is without a doubt a romantic.]
Humans prey on humans. [He isn't trying to be dismissive, but it's true. Humans were, in his mind at least, just as dangerous.]
I think part of being a sentient species is a predatory and secretive nature. Something about being able to plan, assess, and communicate makes living things tempted to use those tools for all kinds of things, a good number of them to gain an advantage or cause harm.
[His pulse quickens, memory souring his words and edging in a panic he quickly pushes back down. There's a reason he's so calm. He's by no means drunk, but a little bit of the local alcohol had helped to calm his nerves before he came. Only enough to do that, and hopefully not impair his judgement even further.]
A few words and anything could manipulate or turn on you. No matter how good it is at appearing harmless or even helpless. Trust is a weapon we hand to other people, but none of us will get anywhere here expecting the worst out of everyone.
You could have brought me here to kill me, and have me completely fooled into thinking you're actually quite nice.
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Maybe. [He doesn't see himself as an idealist, though there are certain things he is far more idealistic about than others. He is without a doubt a romantic.]
Humans prey on humans. [He isn't trying to be dismissive, but it's true. Humans were, in his mind at least, just as dangerous.]
I think part of being a sentient species is a predatory and secretive nature. Something about being able to plan, assess, and communicate makes living things tempted to use those tools for all kinds of things, a good number of them to gain an advantage or cause harm.
[His pulse quickens, memory souring his words and edging in a panic he quickly pushes back down. There's a reason he's so calm. He's by no means drunk, but a little bit of the local alcohol had helped to calm his nerves before he came. Only enough to do that, and hopefully not impair his judgement even further.]
A few words and anything could manipulate or turn on you. No matter how good it is at appearing harmless or even helpless. Trust is a weapon we hand to other people, but none of us will get anywhere here expecting the worst out of everyone.
You could have brought me here to kill me, and have me completely fooled into thinking you're actually quite nice.
I don't believe you did.