"Congratulations on surviving. Gotta admit, I was surprised to find you in the files, and I couldn’t just let a hero like you rot in there like a grub factory for the rest of your life. I’m Sollux Captor. You’re sitting in the middle of the hive I used to share with my best friend. It’s yours now." Sollux leans forward. "I know this is probably a lot right now, but I’ve found information on one of your offspring from before your imprisonment. If you’re at all interested in meeting them I can get that information to you or them. It’s really up to you."
It is, indeed, a lot to take in at once. The candyblood finds himself quite without words as his distant companion speaks, matter-of-factly explaining the situation to him.
As well as that, the second “offspring” is mentioned, everything else is promptly forgotten. The beats of his pusher almost double in speed, and his voice picks up sharply in intensity.
“One of mine? Who is it? Are they safe?”
“I only have information on Kankri.” Sollux peers at the note file to one side of the screen. “That’s probably because anyone else is too young to be gainfully and appropriately employed beyond minor jobs, or maybe they’re just doing off the record jobs.. Wherever they are, they’ll turn up eventually. There’s no one I can’t find in this world.” the pregnant troll informs him, leaning back, psionics tapped at the keys, sending the information over to the other. In the file were medical records, job records, educational scores, breeding records (empty). “That’s everything I have on him, including how to contact him, but research says it’s better to use text than sound. Face to face is best if you know sign language.”
