<blockquote><div><cite>Dragonjaj wrote:</cite>She looked at him tears stiming down her face "Who would...... Why would..... How could....... " She was distraught shaking all this wrold has showen her is pain she was in a bad way and clearly in pain.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>He moved forward, ready at any time to back off if she didn't want physical contact. "Quite easily, for them." He answered the last question first. "Just convince yourself that what your facing isn't a person, just a thing, and you can kill them. I'm no saint, or pollyanna, but I like to think the other way. If you can think and talk and feel, what does it matter what your body looks like. Why do you think I reacted the way I did when you found me. I saw you as people first, and hoped you'd see me the same way. Maybe what I am is an idiot!"<br/><br/>He shook his head. "I've heard of this faction of mercenaries. They've decided anyone who isn't an ortho-human... regular homo saps, are a threat, and are 'neutralising' that threat with as much force as possible. In many cases they're right, there are a lot of non-human monsters that are ever bit as lethal as they think. But I've seen ortho-humans who are every bit as bad in this crazy place." He carefully avoided the fact that with their canibal ways, her family was a legitimate threat, after a fashion. He moved in and offered her a hug.<br/><br/>"There are other humans, ones who are willing to talk, even befriend someone like us. I was helping a group, soldiers from another faction, one that's at least willing to listen, who were trying to defeat a genuine monster, but got ripped up instead. The Hive Tyrant was 25 feet high, and telepathic, and the only thing on it's mind was hunger. They're holed up at a sub-way station with two of my companions protecting them. I was on my way to their base to arrange some sort of evacuation when you found me."