“Oh, I’m definitely an asshole,” he laughed.  “And I can get away with a lot.  Not everything, or else I wouldn’t be stranded here with you, now would I?”  He moved about leisurely, keeping tabs of how close Urudal was to him at any given time, keeping a somewhat respectful distance between them.  He might’ve felt just a little bad about getting the big guy all worked up.  It still didn’t quell his interesting.<br/><br/>“My whole life I was told I was lesser, so there’s no reason I should believe myself better than everyone else.<i>Better</i>is a relative term, anyway.  One person’s idea of perfection might be someone else’s embodiment of failure.  Some hate me for my mixed heritage without thinking about the fact that no one asked my permission about who my parents would be.  Some might look at your people and call them uncivilized while murdering children in the name of science.  Who’s really to say who is better than another?”  Well.  The standard laws that stretched across multiple worlds tried to do their best, but they were still lacking.<br/><br/>“Hmm?”  His eyebrows shot up.  He<i>had</i>said impressive, hadn’t he?  Ilion laughed and sent a little splash of water Urudal’s way.  “Maybe.”  Of course he liked.  He liked a lot.  What was even wrong with him?  Why did he find it attractive that a man could probably break him in half?  Maybe it was another defect in his genetics.  A fault in his brain where logic again failed to outweigh the need for a thrill.  There was nothing he could do about it though, and in situations like that he’d always thought going with the flow was easier than fighting a losing battle.