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Toki could not begin to imagine a world without music. It was the only comfort he had ever known as a child, and even as an adult it was his biggest source of entertainment, of income, of joy. He frowned as his fingers fiddled with the strings of his instrument, brows creased in surprise and pity for this alien from nowhere.
How did he end up talking to a Yautja again? Oh well.
"Really?" he asked. "No musics at all? But how do you haves fun without it when all yous do is hunt?" Even hunters needed to listen to some tunes every now and then, did they not? Maybe not when they were on the prowl, but certainly when they could afford to. "Is inspirational! Would help yous come up with more ways to hunts, maybe." It would if the music videos Nathan came up with combined with the rabid fans at Dethklok's whim were any indication.
“Is it?” he’s quite curious to learn how music was inspirational like he said. Glancing up at Toki having his full attention. “Well, back at my home world, we’d fight and train in the arena to show who’s stronger and a bit of training didn’t hurt... I wasn’t... the strongest.” The same motive he left in the first place. He wasn’t strong. he would’ve died in the first place, he was a coward, yes. But; in the end, he lived. He had no way of contacting his older brother who was out there in the stars living his life as a hunter for Yautja Prime. “If you want know how strong we are, we can rip a head off with one hand. That how we gloat, by showing off our “trophies”.” He could show Toki his alien weaponry such as his plasma canon that could leave a mark through a thick tree.
