Disciples and Deadly Things

KILLIAN

Killian frowned as Phoebe responded, just a little bit off put by it. He hadn't noticed anything so rigid as the system back in his world, at least in terms of people being more important or better than others. Nobody had seemed to look down upon another, except for with the whole outlander vs natural mess but did that really count as a prejudice of class? Of course there was an order of power, as to who was leading whom, but he hadn't gotten the idea that any of that power came from anything other than mutual agreement. From what he'd seen, everyone was just trying to make it here, and nobody's life was more valued over another's.

At least that's what he'd gained from a couple weeks of living here. There was undoubtedly a lot he was yet to see, but he much preferred to believe he was right, than to succumb to the somewhat pessimistic outlook that his friend seemed to have on it. Naïve, absolutely, but Kiki didn't really claim to be anything more than. "Hmm," he replied thoughtfully, eyes wandering to a strand of grass that he'd torn from the earth. He turned it over a few times, then split it down the middle, wrapped in thought.

"I guess so, I see how it could be like that. But I think that somewhere like this... it's still different you know. It feels different at least." he said, then paused with a soft chuckle, "And if finding my place in this world means I have to be part of a system, then I guess I'll just wander around and keep avoiding finding it, huh," he joked.

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