<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Major Tom ‘TT’ Theophilus Peters</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b1c5703-1ec6-4951-9974-ee41ec21aa28_zps54ccd4dc.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tom had watched it all silently, after he had handed Karra and Tania their food. It was interesting to see how Freya relied on Geek and Geek tried to protect her from everything. A strange relationship, but it seemed to work. And Tom had to admit that Geek had an enormous patience with Freya, swallowed a lot of anger and frustration down and tried to be always polite and nice. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Your people eat this stuff? We do not even serve something this foul to our lowest of slaves. I'm sorry...that was very rude of me...thank you for the food."<br/></span><br/>Tom chuckled and then he tried to make Freya feeling less uncomfortable.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Actually we serve it only to those lower than slaves. Only to soldiers. Some people at home seem to believe that everything that doesn't kill you makes you harder. We have tried to tell them, that the life as a soldier is already hard enough and some tasty meal may have made surviving it easier - but so far we have run on deaf ears. So don't worry, Freya. We know that it is awful and none of us likes it too. And nobody here feels offended if you speak of your society. We know that it is different from ours, but we won't judge you on that. You didn't invent it, Freya, you are just a product of it."<br/></span></div>