First of all, do not speak about me as if I am not here. [Just going to arch an eyebrow and put his hands on his hips, cocking them to the side.] I may be young, and I may be hemist jerk, but that's just plain rude no matter what the circumstances are.
Secondly, neither of you know anything about me. At all. You have some vague idea based on an alternate version of me that I presume neither of you are particularly close to, but I get the impression that you don't know the sort of environment either of us grew up in. I cannot speak for him, but I have never intentionally killed another troll in my short six sweeps. There have been accidents, yes, but I was barely two sweeps old, and I had absolutely no idea how my strength would affect others. I know better know, and I've turned to fighting robots so that such accidents never occur again. And to be frank, I find no amusement in toying with lowbloods the way Vriska does.
Further more, and I know this does not excuse my behavior, but I have done things to better the lives of those below me. I made Vriska a robotic arm when her own foolishness left her bereft. I made Aradia a robotic body to house her soul, using my own blood as the lifeforce her spirit would require for possession. And while I've not personally done it, future me will build Tavros a pair of robotic legs so that he may walk once more. And it's not even the sexy jerk I call my kismesis I do this for, but the pathetic, spineless excuse of a toreador.
And while I'm at it, might I suggest that it's lowbloods like you that are the reason I am who I am? I dare say, you, as a group, are hardly any more tolerant than I am. You treat that is different with fear and disgust, and hardly even treat your own peers with anything that resembles respect. You use foul language, and half the time, you blame others for your own misfortune when it's nobody's fault but your own. Now, I could spend all my time fretting about what you think of me, but I think that would make for a rather miserable existence, since everyone automatically disapproves of me based on reputation more than any truth of the matter. And without seeking to understand that which is different. So I think I'd much rather be proud and strong and alone, even if that makes me an elitist, sick little pony then waste my time being someone I'm not.
And now, if you have nothing else to say, I would appreciate it if you would leave me in peace, as I have a lot of work to do, and I sort of was here first. I do have a rather lot of things to pick up and leave with, after all.
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Secondly, neither of you know anything about me. At all. You have some vague idea based on an alternate version of me that I presume neither of you are particularly close to, but I get the impression that you don't know the sort of environment either of us grew up in. I cannot speak for him, but I have never intentionally killed another troll in my short six sweeps. There have been accidents, yes, but I was barely two sweeps old, and I had absolutely no idea how my strength would affect others. I know better know, and I've turned to fighting robots so that such accidents never occur again. And to be frank, I find no amusement in toying with lowbloods the way Vriska does.
Further more, and I know this does not excuse my behavior, but I have done things to better the lives of those below me. I made Vriska a robotic arm when her own foolishness left her bereft. I made Aradia a robotic body to house her soul, using my own blood as the lifeforce her spirit would require for possession. And while I've not personally done it, future me will build Tavros a pair of robotic legs so that he may walk once more. And it's not even the sexy jerk I call my kismesis I do this for, but the pathetic, spineless excuse of a toreador.
And while I'm at it, might I suggest that it's lowbloods like you that are the reason I am who I am? I dare say, you, as a group, are hardly any more tolerant than I am. You treat that is different with fear and disgust, and hardly even treat your own peers with anything that resembles respect. You use foul language, and half the time, you blame others for your own misfortune when it's nobody's fault but your own. Now, I could spend all my time fretting about what you think of me, but I think that would make for a rather miserable existence, since everyone automatically disapproves of me based on reputation more than any truth of the matter. And without seeking to understand that which is different. So I think I'd much rather be proud and strong and alone, even if that makes me an elitist, sick little pony then waste my time being someone I'm not.
And now, if you have nothing else to say, I would appreciate it if you would leave me in peace, as I have a lot of work to do, and I sort of was here first. I do have a rather lot of things to pick up and leave with, after all.