[It's the response he wanted and that surprises him. Here he had expected ignorance, disapproval, worry and pity to the pain he underwent. Instead, he gains awe, understanding. The same reaction he would have back home. It warms him, gives him hope. Makes him think that maybe, just maybe, this could work. They could work.
With a faint smile, he burrows just a bit deeper into Ryan's hold.]
Not many can. Even among our ranks, there's a high dropout rate. Those of us that do make it receive a similar reaction to yours. The esteem with which we're held is closer to the, ah, "movie stars" here than anything else. It's admired, [he shrugs] to the point of mimicry.
Few people here understand that. Even Oren.
[He turns his head into Ryan's chest, breath slowing. When he speaks next, his voice is soft.] ... Thank you.
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With a faint smile, he burrows just a bit deeper into Ryan's hold.]
Not many can. Even among our ranks, there's a high dropout rate. Those of us that do make it receive a similar reaction to yours. The esteem with which we're held is closer to the, ah, "movie stars" here than anything else. It's admired, [he shrugs] to the point of mimicry.
Few people here understand that. Even Oren.
[He turns his head into Ryan's chest, breath slowing. When he speaks next, his voice is soft.] ... Thank you.