<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Val made more notes in his book.  In a way, it would have been better if Alex <i>had</i> caused tearing or serious injury to Siv -- those injuries would have been easier to identify and prosecute.  But he would never wish those injuries on anyone, particularly not a delicate, pretty omega like Siv.  (Val shoved that thought out of mind.  He allowed himself to consider Siv as <i>delicate in appearance</i> but pretty was not acceptable.  He struck it from his mental record.)<br/>
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"Would you prefer something else to eat?" Val asked when he noticed Siv just poking at the fries.  "Soup, maybe?  Or something sweet?"  Part of it was an alpha's desire to see an omega provided for -- part of it was Val's natural inclination to fuss over people.  He'd been told it was because he'd been coddled by his Omega Pops, and encouraged in his softness by the other omegas he was raised with and now lived near.  Val didn't care.  Sure, it caused some problems with the alphas he worked with -- they thought his care for others was a weakness.<br/>
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Right up until he kicked their asses in the practice ring.<br/>
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Concern for others made him compassionate; it did not make him weak.  "How long has this been going on?  Do you think he is... using any of the other... individuals in that quarter?"</span></span>