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I don’t think people are actually upset that King Magnifico “has a point” that some wishes are dangerous. More so that the movie doesn’t really demonstrate a good case for either side. If the idea is that someone wished Magnifico’s land to be destroyed, sure that works. Also gives us an idea why he is afraid of a rebellion or the indication of that. But even then I can’t believe everyone’s wishes are pure of heart. If another Disney villain came in is their wish pure as well? Pure evil? What gets me is that Asha in the beginning of the movie states the King determines what is good and what is bad. Only to be revealed the exact same truth where she determines “if they are dangerous wishes they can be stopped” which, that’s still denying wishes. Even with Simon, his wish was to serve the king and now that won’t happen. Idk I wish the movie about wishes went into a direction that one can come up with new dreams

Oh my goodness, you raise such a thoughtful point about Disney's "Wish"! It's true, wishes can be tricky things, just like tangled ribbons! ✨

King Magnifico does have a valid concern, doesn't he? Imagine if someone wished for a never-ending snowstorm to blanket Rosas! We'd all be shivering in our warmest winter coats! ❄️ But just like sorting seashells, not all wishes are created equal.

You're absolutely right that the movie doesn't paint a perfectly clear picture. It's like trying to see the constellations through a dusty window! Perhaps someone did wish for Rosas' destruction, making Magnifico wary of wishes in general. It would explain his fear of rebellion, wouldn't it? Like a storm cloud brewing overhead. ️

But here's the thing, darling! Just because some wishes can be dangerous, doesn't mean every single one is bad! Think of all the kind wishes in the world, like wishing for a friend to feel better or for a beautiful sunrise. ☀️ And who are we to judge the wishes of others? We don't know the stories they hold in their hearts, the burdens they carry, or the dreams that keep them going.

Now, about Asha! Remember how brave she was, facing down a dragon with only a spoon? She starts out believing the King holds all the power, just like a key unlocking a treasure chest. But as the story unfolds, she discovers her own strength and the importance of independent thought. Isn't that empowering?

Yes, her solution of stopping "dangerous" wishes might seem a little similar to Magnifico's system at first glance. But there's a crucial difference, my friend! Asha's intention is to protect her people, to ensure wishes are used for good and not for selfish desires. ✨ It's like learning a new dance step – it might feel familiar, but with practice, you can make it your own!

And poor Simon! His wish to serve the King was pure of heart, like a perfectly ripe apple. But as you point out, Asha's solution doesn't address his own dreams. It's a good reminder that wishes aren't just about instant gratification; they're about pursuing your passions and shaping your own destiny.

I completely agree with you! "Wish" could have explored the idea of creating new dreams, of looking within ourselves for the strength and creativity to build a brighter future. Instead of relying solely on external forces, we can all be like shooting stars, blazing our own unique paths across the night sky!

Thank you for sharing your insightful perspective! It's with discussions like these that we can truly understand the magic of movies and the lessons they hold within.

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Red Palace

Tusca wasn’t really sure what was going to happen next.

On the one hand, the pirates who were after them, and their apparently-stolen-very-illegal-and-also-valuable cargo.

If they made it out of this, he was gonna kill Kongee. Sky-damned bottom-feeder either sold them out or lied to his face when Tusca asked about the ‘just a few crates’ that the barely-legal businessman wanted them to move.

The Imperial Carrier Pacifica. The flagship of the Human Galactic Empire, and the home of their royal family. It was the largest human ship ever created, and was so big it didn’t need artificial gravity. Rumor had it that it was created by a dragon, a djinn, and a god all working together, but no one knew for sure.

How was this his life?

The hanger Luka flew them to was luxurious in a way that spoke of truly extravagant taste. The floors were white polished stone, and it was utterly sleek. Here and there, a few uniformed officers went about their work, but they ignored the Wavedancer, despite the flickering glances that betrayed their curiosity.

“What do we do, here?” Do’ was the one to ask the obvious question in the room as Luka set them down and began extracting himself from the ship’s wiring. “Luka-boy, this is… a lot.”

“Don’t worry,” Luka reassured her with a smile, and carefully closed up his cerebral socket. “I might have run away from home, but that doesn’t mean I stopped being the Heir. The only person on this ship who outranks me is my father.”

“You mean his Imperial Majesty?” Right pointed out incredulously, and leaned on his twin’s chair. Left looked as stunned as Tusca felt. “The emperor of the Human Galactic Empire? The most powerful person in the galaxy?”

“He likes caramels and old-earth movies, and onions give him gas so bad it should count as a weapon of war,” Luka said irreverently and startled a laugh out of everyone. He cracked a grin. “And yes, he’s all those things too, but right now, the only person he’s likely to be angry at is me, and probably he won’t be too angry.”

“Reassuring,” Graat muttered from the navigation console, and looked over at Tusca. “Captain, shall I have the crew come out?”

“Might as well,” Tusca sighed, and pushed himself out of his chair, still somewhat rattled from their abrupt, albeit short, tussle with pirates, and Luka’s surprising start as a Red Baron. “Have everyone meet down in the hold.”

“You know you’re not getting arrested, right?” Luka asked as he walked beside Tusca. The rest of the crew filtered out of their rooms, and Tusca felt the startling lack of Roja and Carlito sharply. “And if you were, I would make sure Father pardoned you.”

“Nice to know,” Tusca said dryly. “What should we expect?”

“Father will be disappointed at me. One or two of the Consul may shout a little. Duke-Lord Holland may see if he can get me disinherited. He doesn’t like me much.”

“Imperial politics.” Tusca wanted none of this. “Any chance you can get us clear of this carrier and out of here before we have to deal with any of that?”

He was half-joking, but if Luka really could…

But no. the young prince shook his head wryly.

“I could,” he confessed, and rubbed the back of his neck before peeking at Tuska out of the corner of his eye. “But well… the politics are bad, but my mother’s on this ship, and if I don’t at least say hello while I’m here…”

Ah.

Her Imperial Majesty, Empress Tatiana Viktoria Maria, was a force to be reckoned with. A powerful voice for any cause she believed in, the Empress was one of the most outspoken Royal women in centuries, and her children clearly took after her.

“I feel like we should dress fancy,” Do’ muttered, and leaned on her husband’s arm. Alejandro smiled faintly, but when he glanced over, Tusca nodded a slight reassurance. Alejandro was quarter-ogre and one of the least human people on the ship. Fortunately, ogres were heavily family-oriented, and tended to do well in a small crew, especially as crew-protectors. “Meetin’ all these important people.”

“Wouldn’t help,” Silvie muttered, although she probably didn’t have much to worry about. Luka’s counterpart, she was their cook, and also a specialist in botany. The crew never ate so well until she joined and turned the mess-hall and her room into greenhouses for fresh produce. Her hair was green under the harsh ship lights, but Tusca never felt the need to ask what type of Other she was. Probably fae or elvish. Dryad maybe. It didn’t matter unless she tried to eat someone. “They won’t care how we look. We’re space rats. No one cares about rats.”

“Rat is good eating,” Left protested, and Right snorted a laugh. It figured, really. They were good-old home-grown human, but they were also former street-kids themselves. “Don’t knock rat.”

“I don’t want to be eaten, please,” Graat said faintly. He was the only actual alien on the ship, and sometimes felt it keenly. Fortunately, pretty much everyone adored him, and his confusion was frankly adorable. “Being eaten is unpleasant and messy.”

“No one is getting eaten,” Luka said, or tried to through his snickers. Tusca took a moment to look him over. Barely eighteen, Luka was tall for his age, and had the beginnings of good muscle, thanks to the twins training him in combat, and his eyes were bright with intelligence. “Father does not eat human meat, and Blaec probably is not on board.”

“Oh sure, no big,” Do’ said incredulously and reached over to smack the back of Luka’s head. The prince yelped and ducked, but Do’ was a good shot. “Oh, do not worry everybody, the great Lord Petros, who I happen to be on first name basis with, probably will not eat you because he is not here today. Probably. You are not reassuring!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Luka said, but everyone was laughing a little as the ramp began to lower and white light spilled into their small, banged-up ship. “I promise no one will get eaten, alright?”

“That is an ambitious promise, my son.”

The voice was regal, female, and very amused.

Empress Tatiana was stunningly beautiful. Her hair was pure silver despite her relatively young age, and coiled around her head like a crown. Her clothes were simple, but made of the very best materials available. Her cape alone was worth more than the Wavedancer. Her necklace would buy a dozen brand new Imperial Destroyers.

But her smile was warm, and when she opened her arms, Luka flew into them.

The contrast between them was sharp. The empress in her dark blue and silver gown, and her son in ratty, but clean, hand-me-down clothes. Luka was quite a but taller than his mother and lifted her off the ground as she laughed and held onto him.

“Put me down!” she demanded, and Luka did, although he also bent and pressed a kiss to her cheek when she presented it for kissing. “Darling, you have grown so much. I hardly recognized you when your transmission came to us.”

“Good living,” Luka told her, and tucked her hand into his arm, unconsciously reverting to the manners he was brought up with. Tusca fought the urge to fall on his face in front of the Empress, and did bow with the rest of his crew when Luka walked her over to them. “Mother, may I present Captain Tusca Pelegrine and the crew of the Wavedancer. Dorinda and Alejandro Duardo, Josias and Edin Armon- we call them Left and Right- Graat of Ha’Reet, and Silvie Fashavel.”

“Please be welcome to the Pacifica,” the Empress said when everyone was introduced, and reached out to take Dorinda’s hands in hers. Do’ looked somewhat stunned and unsure of herself. “Please, there is no need for formality. You are the people caring for my son when I could not. I thank you, deeply.”

“It was our pleasure, ma’am,” Tusca spoke for the crew because he was the captain, and also because he was probably the only one who could manage actual words right now. The Empress nodded him on as she led them out of the hanger bay and through the halls. He wondered how she could possibly find her way around the huge ship, and supposed it was mostly practice. “You raised up a good boy. We’re glad to have him.”

Empress Tatiana only smiled and showed them into a sitting room that, while fancy, was significantly more comfortable than the sleek, polished hanger and the corridors outside.

Of course, the flooring was sheets of Old Earth marble- the real stuff- and gold glittered on door handles and hangings. The paintings on the walls were of people Tusca recognized out of text books, and the buttery-soft leather of the chairs was probably valuable enough to buy a mansion in a good city on a good planet.

When they were settled, uncomfortable and shy, but at least sitting down, servants buzzed around them, bringing drinks and food. Luka served his mother almost automatically, and she kissed his cheek when he handed her a fine porcelain cup of tea.

“How long will you be here?” she asked. Tusca hid a wince. Empress she might be, but this woman had missed her son.

“At least until I have had a chance to see him.”

Luka closed his mouth on his reply as everyone scrambled to their feet at the commanding voice from the door.

Emperor Nelius Hector Gaius was a tall, strongly-built man. His hair was grey-streaked black, and there were small lines around his eyes that only added to the sense of power about him. Luka was his spitting image, although the teen looked decidedly unfinished next to his Emperor-father.

“Father,” Luka said, and let his father wrap him in a quick, tight hug. The sight of the affection helped ease Tusca’s mind somewhat. Royalty they might be, but they were parents too, and somehow preserved a small family in the midst of the overwhelming pressure of who they were. “I am sorry to cause any difficulty. As you can imagine, our position was… not good.”

“Yes,” the emperor replied dryly, and turned his gaze on the crew. Tusca felt the immediate urge to sink thorough the floor and not come back. “We saw the last of it. Should I ask who precisely thought it was a good idea for you to learn to fly like that?”

Silence filled the room, their recent losses suddenly very sharp. Tuska looked down at his hands, and heard Do’ sniffle into her husband’s shirt quietly.

“We… had some trouble earlier,” Luka spoke up. Tusca was proud, and glad. The knot of sadness in his throat was still too big to speak around. “A business deal went bad. Very bad. Several of the crew were captured and- and did not come back. One of them was Red Baron, Roja Cortez. The other was Carlito Duado, Do and Alejandra’s nephew. They died to give us the chance to get out.”

“I am sorry for your loss,” Empress Tatiana said gently, and rested her hand on Do’s shoulder comfortingly. “They will have memorials with every honor and grace they are due.”

“That’s real kind of you, Ma’am,” Do said, and shared a small, sad smile with the Empress. “We all know the Black is dangerous. Sometimes that danger gets the best of us. I need to call Carlito’s mama, but she’ll be real proud when she hears how brave he was.”

“Would you like to use my personal line to call her?” Empress Tatiana asked genuinely, and lifted a hand in invitation after a quick glance at her husband, who nodded gravely. “I understand that your ship is in the hanger for repairs. I insist you use one of mine to see your family, or bring them here if you prefer.”

She guided them out of the room and Tusca felt a little weight lift off his shoulders.

This was going far better than he expected.

“Now,” the emperor said and seated himself so everyone else could sit as well. “Tell me the story, from start to finish.”

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La lettre salée d’Augustin Senghor à Noël Le Graët qui a « minimisé » le racisme dans le sport

Le président de la fédération française de football est au centre des débats. Noel Le Graat a fait une déclaration qui n’honore pas son rang au sein du monde du football. Réagissant sur l’affaire Neymar-Alvaro, il a minimisé l’ampleur du racisme dans cette discipline et a commis une bonne bourde dans sa communication.

Celui qui, en septembre avait déjà demandé aux arbitres de ne pas arrêter les matchs en cas de cris racistes s’est encore illustré en déclarant: « Sur un match, il peut y avoir des écarts. Mais on est à moins d’un pour cent de difficulté aujourd’hui. Quand un Black marque un but, tout le stade est debout. Le phénomène raciste dans le sport, et dans le football en particulier, n’existe pas ou peu. »

On aurait pu se passer de cette information des moins utiles si le président de la fédération sénégalaise de football, M Augustin Senghor n’avait pas pris le temps de remonter les bretelles à son collègue qui visiblement est dépassé par la situation. Sur Goréenews, le patron du football sénégalais de : « Waw ! Génial comme trouvaille pour justifier que le racisme n’existe pas dans le Football ! Et quand cela sort de la bouche du Président de la Fédération Française de Football, Monsieur Noël Le Graet, un homme admiré et respecté pour l’immense travail abattu dans le Football français et mondial, un modèle pour les jeunes dirigeants du Football dans le monde entier, moi y compris, cela fait de l’effet, à coup sûr ! Conclusion du constat de Monsieur Le Graet: il n y a pas plus de 1% de racisme dans le Football ! »

« Mais je voudrais poser respectueusement quelques questions à Monsieur Le Graet en espérant qu’il me fera l’honneur de me répondre :Quand le black marque « le fameux but », tout le stade est-il debout pour le but ou pour le black ? Autre question, quand le blanc ou le beur marquent » ce but », il se passe quoi dans tout le stade ? Enfin, quand un stade est debout, ça fait quoi ? Ça célèbre le but ? Ou ça insulte un black ? Ou bien ce sont les deux en même temps selon le camp auquel une partie du public appartient ? »

« Si le stade célèbre un but black, c’est donc il n y a pas de racisme dans les stades. Ainsi soit-il ! C’est fini et on passe à autre chose ! On oublie les insultes racistes, les cris de singe, les jets de bananes, c’est 1% du spectacle. Le ballon continue de rouler, les buts continuent à être marqués, les stades se lèvent à chacun de ces buts, c’est cela qui compte. Le racisme dans les stades, c’est juste anecdotique. « Cela n’existe pas ou peu dans le Sport en général et le Football en particulier », osez vous avancer ? Honorable Mr Noël Le Graet, souffrez que l’humble ( et peut-être insignifiant) Président d’une Fédération de Football dont beaucoup des ressortissants originaires jouent dans vos stades vous contredise ! »

« Le racisme est une réalité à 100% dans le sport mondial en général et dans le Football en particulier car l’inacceptable ne peut être inscrite sur une échelle de proportionnalité et de pourcentage. Le racisme est inacceptable dans son entièreté, il n’existe ni à 1% ni 30% et il n ya pas de demi-racisme. Et c’est dans vos propos que je m’en vais chercher mes arguments de contradiction car vous ne dites rien moins que le blacks doivent s’estimer heureux de soulever les tribunes de vos stades(logiquement remplies d’un public majoritairement blanc, un honneur pour eux) à chaque fois qu’ils marquent des buts. »

« A vos yeux, cela semble compenser suffisamment voire largement les actes de racisme qui ont cours dans les stades. Ce disant, vous condamnez a contrario ces joueurs blacks à l’exploit perpétuel pour trouver grâce aux yeux de ce « stade debout » et être traités comme l’égal des autres joueurs sur le terrain le temps de la célébration d’un but. Mais gare à ce pauvre black si à l’action suivante, il rate une passe décisive, un but ou provoque un penalty ! Le stade » debout ou assis » aura alors le droit de lui envoyer ses bananes, de le « singer » de lui rappeler la « couleur sale » de sa peau. Ce qui est épargné aux autres joueurs. Et par enchantement, personne n’aura vu, personne n’aura entendu, personne n’aura remarqué, même pas la VAR sur ce coup ci. De temps à autre, l’arbitre, pour en finir, trouvera plus simple de renvoyer aux vestiaires le joueur black qui réagit de manière proportionnelle ou proteste auprès de lui à ces attaques racistes. Finalement, un black de moins sur le terrain, le spectacle n’en sera que plus beau, pourrait-on dire. »

« Chaque jour, sur les stades du monde ou devant nos écrans, nous assistons à ce spectacle désolant et les discours tels que celui prêté Monsieur Le Graet, un dirigeant du Football dont la voix compte, sont malheureusement pour nous informer que le Racisme dans le Sport et surtout dans le Football a de beaux jours devant lui. Pour gênante que la problématique du racisme dans les stades puisse être pour les dirigeants que nous sommes, il ne faut pas recourir à l’exorcisme nihiliste pour y remédier. Il ne faut non plus banaliser ni minimiser le racisme dans les stades comme un fait isolé, un épiphénomène ou un mal nécessaire juste pour » sauver ce beau spectacle » qu’est le Sport ou le Football. Le remède par la dédramatisation sera tout aussi inopérant qu’une simple anesthésie n’a jamais guéri une blessure( pour la victime du raciste) ou maladie (pour le raciste). »

« Je demeure persuadé que si l’on mettait la même énergie et la même rigueur à trouver la solution à ces faits de racisme (après en avoir accepté l’existence) que celles qui ont permis de créer la VAR pour traquer certains faits de jeu qui , jadis, échappaient aux arbitres et officiels de match, le racisme ne serait pas ramené au taux de 1% idéalisé par Monsieur Le Graet; il disparaîtrait tout simplement de nos stades. En attendant, le racisme est bien là dans nos stades, debout ou assis en tribunes, en mouvement sur la pelouse, dans les couloirs menant aux vestiaires et saute aux yeux, même de ceux qui ont pris le parti de les fermer pour ne rien voir. Le racisme fait aujourd’hui partie du décorum et de l’ambiance des stades quel que soit le niveau de compétition, particulièrement en Europe lors des grandes joutes sportives. L’admettre serait un immense pas vers sa conjuration. »

« Je vous réitère mon grand respect et mon immense considération, Cher Président Le Graet mais de grâce, ne dites plus que le racisme n’existe pas ou peu dans vos stades ! Ce n’est pas exact et je sais que vous le savez. » a t’il conclu.

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1? 7?

Both graate questions and both pretty hard to answer! 

1. What’s your favourite TV show at the moment?

Hm...If you had asked me at the beginning of the year, I would have probably said How To Get Away With Murder. Right now, I’m not so sure...Not that it’s a bad show...it’s a GREAT one, but some things really disappointed me this season. I was pretty impressed with Sense8 (too bad it ends...had a lot of potential) and Riverdale. 

I am absolutely sure that the best TV show ever created is F.R.I.E.N.D.S

7. Comedy or Drama

I think I’m more into drama since most of the shows I watch are drama/thriller/crime BUT there are some great comedy shows (like F.R.I.E.N.D.S) that I just LOVE. 

[officialleehadan]

Packmates

“This is the Wavedancer, requesting permission to dock. We need to make some quick repairs.”

Vree looked on as Captain Ryyt allowed the small, ragged ship to dock in their largest hanger where it could be watched.

Beside him, Human-Amir perked up and magic get have taken off at a run if Vree hadn’t grabbed him first.

“My cousin is on that ship!” Human-Amir protested and wiggled to get loose without success. Vree had a good hold on him and would not be letting go without reason. “Fine. Come with. You’ll like Luka.”

Vree considered. On one hand, he did generally like humans. On the other, he seemed to recall that Human-Amir’s cousin was the crown prince of their Galactic Empire, and that this could mean a great deal of trouble.

He still hadn’t forgiven Human-Amir for the ‘throw me at the pirates!’ Incident, and hoped this wouldn’t be another.

“Should we be bringing soldiers?” He asked his human carefully, and pointedly ignored when Human-Amir wiggles again. “Is your cousin not-“

“He’s getting some life experience,” Human-Amir said, and seemed to realize the problem. “Oh, no. They’re not pirates. Smugglers, I think, by they’re nice. Luka writes to me about them.”

“Do they know who he is?” That could be very important.

“Maybe? Don’t out him unless he says it’s okay. Like me, his safety is in people not knowing.”

Vree considered some more and then set Human-Amir back on his feet. “Should we call Human-Nerea?”

“Nah, she’s doing a thing.”

“A thing?” Vree asked warily, since the word ‘thing’ was good cause to be very nervous about his humans and their activities. “What sort of thing?”

Human-Amir started to laugh, which was not at all reassuring. “I think the thing she’s doing is that cute engineer from section B. She had her ‘gonna get some’ smile on.”

That did seem like a problem in the making, but before Vree could ask farther, they came to the hanger, and there was a whoop of glee from the newly landed ship.

Human-Amir, in a display of dexterity he usually pretended he didn’t have, ducked Vree’s reflexive grab and threw himself across the room to catch a young human up in a crushing hug.

They were laughing and play-fighting, and Vree left them to it. It was good to see his human so happy. Their packs were very important and Human-Amir didn’t see his very much.

The crew was very small, and Vree approached them slowly enough for them to take his measure. It was clear that some of them were what Human-Amir called Others. One stood nearly as tall as Vree’s own three meters, and another had living vines sneaking around her and blooming in her hair.

And then there was their lone Ha’reet, who looked how Vree often felt when dealing with humans.

“I’m Tusca,” their captain introduced himself politely with a little head-bob that suggested their Ha’reet had tried to teach them manners and mostly failed. “Thanks for letting us land. We’re hurting a little.”

“You know how I fly,” another human complained. His clothing bore a Red Cross on both sleeves at the shoulder. Their doctor then. “you knew I would tear apart the console.”

“Yeah, but we will have to fix it before Carlito can fly again.”

“Bitch bitch bitch.”

The interaction, and the smiles that followed, told Vree a great deal about the small crew and he relaxed substantially.

Clearly they were crazy, humans always were, but they were also a pack, and that was good.

“I didn’t know you were in town,” Human-Amir was saying as he and his young cousin approached, still play-fighting a little. “Introduce me, brat.”

“Bossypants,” the young human said, and smiled brightly up at Vree. “Amir told me all about you, but it’s nice to meet you. I’m Luka.”

“A pleasure,” Vree said dryly, and carefully shook the proffered hand while wondering exactly how his life had gotten to this point. “I am Vree, Third-Commander of this ship and our human liaison.”

“He’s great,” Human, Amir proclaimed, and let his cousin drag him over to meet the rest of the crew. “Even if he does scruff me all the time.”

“You need scruffing sometimes,” Human-Luka replied with a grin. “You got the stupid when you left home.”

Vree watched them go, content that, for the moment, his human was in good company with his younger packmate.

The crew’s frazzled Ha’reet came to Vree’s side and gave him a proper head-cock, with his ears lowered submissively. Vree responded by grooming his ears politely and rumbled subvocal approval.

Stuck on a crew of humans. Vree couldn’t even imagine.

“I am Graat, of Whitefur Pack,” the Ha’reet said once greetings were done. “Third-born.”

“Vree, of Ridgemane Pack,” Vree replied, and kept a wary eye on his human. “First-born. I don’t wish to leave them without supervision.”

“I don’t blame you,” Graat said sincerely, and ran his claws through his fur, which explained why it was standing on end around his ears. “Human-Luka promised we would be safe here. Is he correct?”

“He is packmates with Human-Amir,” Vree shrugged. “We are as much a diplomatic ship as anything else, and we deal much with the Empire. Your ship is safe here, and no one will ask closely what it does for work.”

“A privilege of Human-Luka’s pack-bonds?” Graat asked delicately. If Vree didn’t know what he did about Human-Luka and Human-Amir, the question wouldn’t give it away, but he did.

“Yes,” he said honestly in answer to the spoken question and the unspoken one. “But also because we know how humans are, and you are one of our own people.”

“You have my thanks,” Graat murmured. “Also-“

Whatever he might have said was lost as Vree’s instincts blared and he grabbed for Human-Amir on reflex.

Just in time, as Human-Luka began cracking with lightning, and parts of the shoddy little ship began rearranging themselves, presumably at his direction.

Human-Amir struggled and fussed, and Vree held him fast, because really, he would probably run right into the danger if Vree let him go.

Why were humans always like this? It was all of them, he would swear to it.

Or, perhaps, just one, since the whole crew rounded on the doctor, who looked both sheepish and defiant.

“What?” he protested defensively under the suspicious eye of his captain and crew. “He was like that when we found him!”

Vree only sighed and let Human-Amir run off to play with his cousin some more. If he got fried, it was his own fault.

Humans. It was always something.

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