Hearing the reality of a place like Terusania irked the young man; that unfair, vile discrimination was something undeniably a part of reality. Prejudice based on one's own genetic differences, shortcomings, and even defects was something that struck a chord in the young Dragonheart.
"That's terrible," Emilio remarked truthfully, "I don't understand the point of having a civilization that advanced if they're just going to embody backwards ideals like that."
Picking up a rusty wrench, Blimpo flipped it between his fingers as he leaned back, breathing out, "If only they all thought like you, Emilio, if only."
"Was it all bad? I mean, don't mind me assuming, but…you seem like an upbeat guy to me," he asked.
