[He keeps his eyes focused down at the ground, his voice soft and steady. Maybe it's better to be telling him all of this now and not before -- his emotions aren't going to get the better of him right now.]
I've already told you some things about it. But even what I've told you so far... I've watered down a lot of it. Because I didn't want you thinking less of me. I spent thirty years turning a blind eye to everything, not even questioning it. When I look back now... it all feels so obvious, that I can't help but beat myself up over it.
[He really can't emphasize enough how sheltered and ignorant he was before. Maybe Chuuya can't imagine it, a Shell who professes to love humans and yet seemingly ignores their suffering -- but that's the truth of it. A few small acts of kindness here and there does little in the face of the sheer amount of blood Shell's consumed over the years.]
Until I came here, I'd never seen a human older than 40. I used to think it was just the nature of our world... the climate was too hard on them, their bodies were too weak... but that wasn't it.
The reason there were so few humans... and the reason they died so young, was because my father and the other Blood Lords released an epidemic every year to keep the population of humans low. So the supply of blood would be small... increasing demand and profits for their Blood Banks.
[Just thinking about it has his stomach turning, remembering how casual his father had been about it all.]
[Would Shell have taken over that work someday as well? The fact that he doesn't know is probably the most twisted part of all.]
My kind took everything away from humans. Their names, their blood... and even their right to live. Knowing all that... I couldn't bring myself to take part in it anymore.
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[He keeps his eyes focused down at the ground, his voice soft and steady. Maybe it's better to be telling him all of this now and not before -- his emotions aren't going to get the better of him right now.]
I've already told you some things about it. But even what I've told you so far... I've watered down a lot of it. Because I didn't want you thinking less of me. I spent thirty years turning a blind eye to everything, not even questioning it. When I look back now... it all feels so obvious, that I can't help but beat myself up over it.
[He really can't emphasize enough how sheltered and ignorant he was before. Maybe Chuuya can't imagine it, a Shell who professes to love humans and yet seemingly ignores their suffering -- but that's the truth of it. A few small acts of kindness here and there does little in the face of the sheer amount of blood Shell's consumed over the years.]
Until I came here, I'd never seen a human older than 40. I used to think it was just the nature of our world... the climate was too hard on them, their bodies were too weak... but that wasn't it.
The reason there were so few humans... and the reason they died so young, was because my father and the other Blood Lords released an epidemic every year to keep the population of humans low. So the supply of blood would be small... increasing demand and profits for their Blood Banks.
[Just thinking about it has his stomach turning, remembering how casual his father had been about it all.]
[Would Shell have taken over that work someday as well? The fact that he doesn't know is probably the most twisted part of all.]
My kind took everything away from humans. Their names, their blood... and even their right to live. Knowing all that... I couldn't bring myself to take part in it anymore.