“Savages? How very direct…”
Is that what he thought? Though she failed to understand the notion, she could still feel the groove that had comfortably settled on her forehead in vexation. What was there to understand? A tallest abandoning his people for the sake of…pitying the humans? Tallest turned defective? It was unheard of. No, there had to be more to it than that. Right? She refused to let the presumption take hold of her.
She stared at him for another long moment, the corners of her mouth twitching, struggling to convey what kind of emotion she should be portraying in the moment. Then suddenly her hand shot out towards him as if in…greeting, a handshake? The motion almost seemed forced and robotic.
“To win, you must be willing to do whatever it takes,” she insinuated in a matter-of-fact kind of way. “It makes no difference if there is what you call, ‘resistance’ or not. Retreat is not an option the Empire can afford. But-”
She went suddenly still, as if to contemplate what she should say next. So still she could hear the whirring of her PAK under her disguise struggle with what to do with this sudden development.
Then finally, she raised her eyes to meet the other, steady and clear, a gentle smile now in place. “But…Min. I would like to hear your side of the story.”
there’s a moment of silence as miyuki’s question settled into him. the professor looked down at her perfectly fleshy human hand with an odd sense of fascination and jealousy that only outwardly showed by the furrowing of his brows.
well, that, and the fact that he had been staring at it since it was presented to him for a shake.
his gaze slowly trailed up to meet hers when she had asked for his story.
❝ my... story? ❞ the professor questioned, cocking his head to the side. ❝ why... ❞
quickly did his tone turn notably more hostile.
❝ why would the empire like to know? ❞
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