[ It's a sore subject. And one that typically has Kim get his hackles up, immediately going on the defensive and denying any impact it has had on him, mentally filing others away as someone who may or may not be someone he wants around him, considering. But in Shinji's mouth, someone who at least appears Seolite like him, with no racist preconceptions, someone who has the shared experience of growing up adrift from any traditional family structure, it's so clearly meant out of curiosity's sake alone. A rare showing of curiosity, at that.
It still makes him a little uncomfortable. But that's no fault of Aragaki's; Kim is frequently uncomfortable thinking about it in only his own company. ]
I know enough about my parents' origins that I didn't have to leave their journey to Revachol to my imagination. They were Revacholiere, born and raised -- both were only half Seolite, as am I. Even if they had survived, I don't know that I would feel any greater connection to Seol than I do now.
[ He doubts it. ]
Even if they weren't necessarily seen as such, they lived like Revacholieres, and they certainly died like Revacholieres.
[ Executed, like so many others. Shot against the wall, corpses tossed into the mass grave of communards and royalists, both seen as equally untenable as citizens by the MoralIntern. Was that the last thing they saw? A blue forget-me-not, a piece of the sky...
He clears his throat. ]
Besides, looking into it wouldn't have done me any good. Revachol is as racist as any other place, [ he says bluntly. ] Anything done to further separate myself from the others wouldn't have ended well. It's why I was so surprised to see that little toy -- I threw it out when I was still very young. God only knows how they managed to get their hands on it.
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[ It's a sore subject. And one that typically has Kim get his hackles up, immediately going on the defensive and denying any impact it has had on him, mentally filing others away as someone who may or may not be someone he wants around him, considering. But in Shinji's mouth, someone who at least appears Seolite like him, with no racist preconceptions, someone who has the shared experience of growing up adrift from any traditional family structure, it's so clearly meant out of curiosity's sake alone. A rare showing of curiosity, at that.
It still makes him a little uncomfortable. But that's no fault of Aragaki's; Kim is frequently uncomfortable thinking about it in only his own company. ]
I know enough about my parents' origins that I didn't have to leave their journey to Revachol to my imagination. They were Revacholiere, born and raised -- both were only half Seolite, as am I. Even if they had survived, I don't know that I would feel any greater connection to Seol than I do now.
[ He doubts it. ]
Even if they weren't necessarily seen as such, they lived like Revacholieres, and they certainly died like Revacholieres.
[ Executed, like so many others. Shot against the wall, corpses tossed into the mass grave of communards and royalists, both seen as equally untenable as citizens by the MoralIntern. Was that the last thing they saw? A blue forget-me-not, a piece of the sky...
He clears his throat. ]
Besides, looking into it wouldn't have done me any good. Revachol is as racist as any other place, [ he says bluntly. ] Anything done to further separate myself from the others wouldn't have ended well. It's why I was so surprised to see that little toy -- I threw it out when I was still very young. God only knows how they managed to get their hands on it.