"They're people all the same! They can still feel pain and joy and love and hatred the same as us! To not feel anything after killing them... To feel nothing is just..." Wolfram drew his hands up, burying his face in his hands. "To feel nothing is just messed up. Yes, there is a difference. But my father and the Pure members are both living and breathing creatures, they feel pain just as much as you and I do," he sighed, shaking his head slightly, "I don't know, I'm just rambling now....I'll just shut up.""I don't think it's so bad," Bleddyn ventured slowly, but she did have to wince at her sketchy nonchalance. "I mean, it's not like our lives weren't in the balance, either. Kill or be killed." A frustrated frown contorted her face as she realized the violent contrasts between her easy words and her turbulent thoughts. Yeah, I'm just as messed up from this as he is.
"And I'd be lying to say I don't feel downright weird after that." She found herself vaguely satisfied with getting that truth out. Honestly...what even do I feel...
"And for you feeling differently? Dude. One was someone who was out there to kill our whole kind and legit bore zero relevance to your life. The other? Despite him having all the same qualities as the next Pure brute, he was still your father. That's a huge difference right there."
