[ He's quiet for a moment, lost in thought, as they adjust the shelving unit until it's standing upright once more. ]
More often than not, I suspect that the human population are left to clean up after us.
[ In more ways than one — Marco saw Abbacchio's post on the network, so it's a reasonable assumption that that's where his mind is. There's nothing in his tone to indicate that he's judging Marco or his propensity for keeping hold of trinkets, or that he'd simply wanted to seek closure. ]
It's easy to imagine that it's become the accepted norm, that the people who live here don't expect our help and that others of our kind don't expect each other to step up, either. I can't speak for how things have been historically on the peninsula as well as you, probably, but it still bears thinking about.
[The nervous edge in Marco's expression dulls into something more pensive. Once again, he's not sure how to feel about the fact that these aren't things he's given much thought to before... but he can tell Abbacchio isn't judging him. That's something.]
Save for the odd bad year, Bavan is relatively peaceful when it comes to human-monster relationships. I'm sure there's still a good chunk of Vandare that would outright refuse help from us.
[A small, thoughtful headtilt.]
But there's no reason that can't change with time.
Well, the human-monster relations may not be the worst here in Bavan, but I'd hardly call it peaceful. There's more than killings at play here — my second month, we had those doubles exploding everywhere, then there was that sinkhole — who cleaned up after that? That's the sort of thing I mean. The things that happen each month, they don't skip over Bavan because they're more tolerant of us.
[ If all the humans had to worry about was the fact that monsters need to eat them, then Abbacchio can't help but imagine it would be a smaller issue, one no different to the fear of living in a city with a particularly high rate of crime. ]
[Marco's apologetic smile leans much more heavily on the "apologetic" than the "smile," even though Abbacchio isn't judging him. Truth be told, Marco doesn't need anybody else to judge him; he's more than capable of putting himself on trial over things like this.]
I think I've been here for so long these things barely cross my mind anymore. [A tired laugh.] But there's no reason that... ah. I just said that, didn't I? I think-- My point is...
[The shelves are well in place by now, but Marco focuses for a moment on the solid surface beneath his hands. It's grounding.]
I'm glad you're pointing these things out. Genuinely.
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[ He's quiet for a moment, lost in thought, as they adjust the shelving unit until it's standing upright once more. ]
More often than not, I suspect that the human population are left to clean up after us.
[ In more ways than one — Marco saw Abbacchio's post on the network, so it's a reasonable assumption that that's where his mind is. There's nothing in his tone to indicate that he's judging Marco or his propensity for keeping hold of trinkets, or that he'd simply wanted to seek closure. ]
It's easy to imagine that it's become the accepted norm, that the people who live here don't expect our help and that others of our kind don't expect each other to step up, either. I can't speak for how things have been historically on the peninsula as well as you, probably, but it still bears thinking about.
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Save for the odd bad year, Bavan is relatively peaceful when it comes to human-monster relationships. I'm sure there's still a good chunk of Vandare that would outright refuse help from us.
[A small, thoughtful headtilt.]
But there's no reason that can't change with time.
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[ If all the humans had to worry about was the fact that monsters need to eat them, then Abbacchio can't help but imagine it would be a smaller issue, one no different to the fear of living in a city with a particularly high rate of crime. ]
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[Marco's apologetic smile leans much more heavily on the "apologetic" than the "smile," even though Abbacchio isn't judging him. Truth be told, Marco doesn't need anybody else to judge him; he's more than capable of putting himself on trial over things like this.]
I think I've been here for so long these things barely cross my mind anymore. [A tired laugh.] But there's no reason that... ah. I just said that, didn't I? I think-- My point is...
[The shelves are well in place by now, but Marco focuses for a moment on the solid surface beneath his hands. It's grounding.]
I'm glad you're pointing these things out. Genuinely.