“don’t you find it incredibly strange that we are in our position simple because of our blood?” ieuan queried, leaning back into the armchair that resided in the common area. “i thought about my ow– well, future child and how one day they would inherit this status… warts and all.”
“strange? no. barbaric sounds more like it.” annika replied as she continued fixing her hair in the mirror. she shrugged her shoulders to indicate her indifference. “truthfully, it’s not so bad. you’re not one of those people that believes in love at first sight and all that bullshit right? there’s nothing we can do about it so there’s no point in crying over it.”














