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[farfairersoul]

While I suppose the rest of you are grateful for at least one gift from the trees, if nothing for sentimentality's sake--

[In reference to the photo in the pictureframe he has laying facedown on his nightstand.]--I am afraid I must ask why the Captain always seems to insist upon burying us in sweets. Not all of us are particular fans of candy,

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[destinedtorule]

I failed to see the point in the ridiculous tradition.

[destinedtorule]

I wanted her kingdom. So I took it.

[farfairersoul]

[And Razer can't completely hide the SNORT at that.]

Yes, well...that would put quite the dampener on one's relationship. Not that I suppose it should matter much anymore, what with that kingdom both of you are so interested in no longer existing...

[destinedtorule]

[Serious tone is serious.]

I beg your pardon? What do you mean it no longer exists?

[farfairersoul]

Oh my, did you miss that little announcement?

[He clicks his tongue and heaves a dramatic sigh.]

We are on this ship because we are refugees, you see. Our worlds no longer exist. We are the remnants of shattered planets, nothing more and nothing less.

With the state of mine being what it was it could hardly be considered a surprise, but it would seem the rest of you have more faith in your creators' construction skills.

[destinedtorule]

[He's silent for a moment.]

I see.

[His tone hasn't changed. It's not like he's surprised about this sudden revelation. He has had his entire race taken from him. So it makes sense that the rest of the world would go with it.]

Good. If it cannot be mine, then it does not deserve to exist.

[farfairersoul]

Well that is a rather petty way of looking at it, hm?

[destinedtorule]

Hardly.

[Live the life he has and then call him petty, Razer.]