[ When Ryan explains, he can't help a pang of...recognition? Sympathy? Either way, he knows that struggle--being separated from the whole and being uncertain of how to get back, or even if you truly want it. ]
Human relations is an oxymoron: your species seems more intent on killing each other than finding ways to cohabitate. [ He breaths out. He loves humans, but they're slow to change. They've been tearing each other down for thousands of years. ]
The Kree believe in unity. A single culture for the whole. The same education, the same rules, the same standard for everyone. It solves a lot of problems. [ He reaches up, brushing Ryan's hair away from his face. ] For what it's worth--I think you're an excellent example of your species. And I'm glad to have met you.
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Human relations is an oxymoron: your species seems more intent on killing each other than finding ways to cohabitate. [ He breaths out. He loves humans, but they're slow to change. They've been tearing each other down for thousands of years. ]
The Kree believe in unity. A single culture for the whole. The same education, the same rules, the same standard for everyone. It solves a lot of problems. [ He reaches up, brushing Ryan's hair away from his face. ] For what it's worth--I think you're an excellent example of your species. And I'm glad to have met you.