fourteen. voice.

[afeatherpillow]

[Katurian is breathing hard, and each of his breaths is audible over the communicator. The inhale. The exhale. Everything is sharp and raw.]

I am scared out of my mind. And I know what you're going to say: Katurian is always scared out of his mind. But not without reason

Comments

black communicator | voice

[simplyteasing]

Careful what you wish for.

voice;

[afeatherpillow]

I'm wishing for answers.

voice;

[simplyteasing]

And confrontation is the answer?

voice;

[afeatherpillow]

I don't know what else to do.

voice;

[simplyteasing]

Why must the responsibility fall to you, boy? Are we not capable of taking care of ourselves?

voice;

[simplyteasing]

How arrogant of you to think that any of us would want to fight in your little war.

voice;

[afeatherpillow]

I'm not asking for a war. I s-should have been more clear, I know, but what I'm asking is for someone to take responsibility. I want them to acknowledge whatever it is they did to us. I don't want a war.

voice

[simplyteasing]

What responsibility must they claim? We are intruders -- little else than a standing army with no leadership or cohesion. What right have we to complain if they take offense?

voice

[afeatherpillow]

I can't stand for what they did to us.

voice

[simplyteasing]

And we've done them any better...how?

Our mere presence is an anomaly.

voice

[afeatherpillow]

You don't think they're imports?

voice

[simplyteasing]

Since when has the Porter ever been honest with us, boy?

voice

[afeatherpillow]

My name is Katurian.

voice

[simplyteasing]

My question still stands.

voice

[afeatherpillow]

I don't know what you're talking about. I wasn't even talking about the Porter.

voice

[simplyteasing]

These other so-called imPorts, boy. What proof do we have that they aren't simply simulacrums of other imPorts who were once present here?