"Might try a nice warm bath and some hot milk. Not that I ever got that. Unless it's got chocolate in it, what's the point of hot milk?" He makes a face, tongue pressing to his teeth as he does. "But hey, it's dragons, who knows."
He nods at that. "Yeah, I'm from Earth but mentioned the invasion to a couple of people and they've never heard of it. Hope they never do," he admits, tones a bit fierce in that desire. He knows it's possible they haven't had the invasion... yet. He really hopes its never. It's bad enough his world went through it, that he's been through it. He hopes no one else ever has to.
"About three years ago they struck. Most of the population was killed during the initial strikes," he admits, his voice trembling slightly but working to keep it even. "There are pockets of humans forming to try and fight them off but there's little communication so we haven't made a full force effort yet."
And he's not sure if they'll ever find a way. One step forward, two steps back.
"Some of their own are trying to fight back and are joining us. Except they're not really theirs. They're others they've taken prisoner and genetical changed through harnesses to make them do the grunt work. Kind of like worker bees. Things are changing though, and we're going to find a way to stop them."
There's determination to those words, not willing to accept after all they've done and been through that now they were going to lose. It wasn't an option.
He snorts at that, giving a nod though. He's thankful for how this guy talks about it, and he nods. "I don't feel shame about it. Not really. Not like I haven't really been busy saving the world and all." And it always feels easier to think of it that way. It's true, after all.
Ben falters though he doesn't quite miss a step. "Uhmmmm, well... Yes? No? I mean, there's been few girls I've been interested in. Never got too far between them turning traitor or being killed. Or ending up with my brother," he says, shrugging.
"The truth?"
He looks around like maybe someone's listening before leaning in a bit towards Vrenille, lowering his voice. "I think I'm more interested in someone that can accept me and be okay with what I've been through than caring if they're a guy or a girl. Not likely to happen though."
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He nods at that. "Yeah, I'm from Earth but mentioned the invasion to a couple of people and they've never heard of it. Hope they never do," he admits, tones a bit fierce in that desire. He knows it's possible they haven't had the invasion... yet. He really hopes its never. It's bad enough his world went through it, that he's been through it. He hopes no one else ever has to.
"About three years ago they struck. Most of the population was killed during the initial strikes," he admits, his voice trembling slightly but working to keep it even. "There are pockets of humans forming to try and fight them off but there's little communication so we haven't made a full force effort yet."
And he's not sure if they'll ever find a way. One step forward, two steps back.
"Some of their own are trying to fight back and are joining us. Except they're not really theirs. They're others they've taken prisoner and genetical changed through harnesses to make them do the grunt work. Kind of like worker bees. Things are changing though, and we're going to find a way to stop them."
There's determination to those words, not willing to accept after all they've done and been through that now they were going to lose. It wasn't an option.
He snorts at that, giving a nod though. He's thankful for how this guy talks about it, and he nods. "I don't feel shame about it. Not really. Not like I haven't really been busy saving the world and all." And it always feels easier to think of it that way. It's true, after all.
Ben falters though he doesn't quite miss a step. "Uhmmmm, well... Yes? No? I mean, there's been few girls I've been interested in. Never got too far between them turning traitor or being killed. Or ending up with my brother," he says, shrugging.
"The truth?"
He looks around like maybe someone's listening before leaning in a bit towards Vrenille, lowering his voice. "I think I'm more interested in someone that can accept me and be okay with what I've been through than caring if they're a guy or a girl. Not likely to happen though."