Once we entered my room, I shut the door. "Chadaheir," I groaned, saying a word that closely meant 'my dear friend' in Periculum:acriter, "I'm tired of having to speak high and mighty. I mean, all this fancy-talk and superior knowledge just because I'm high in society... it kills me. You know how I feel, all intelligent amongst these ignorant humans, correct? Including myself as a human? It's so very... tiring."
She nodded slowly. That's right, humans were lowly compared to the Acriterians. Hell, they don't even know how to speak their own languages, such as Latin. Periculum:acriter? Fiercely Danger? What the hell? Puella'vult:Ancilla? It should be Puella-Ancillam-vult. ... The humans even have several languages, making it more complicated for everyone. "You're not alone, friend" Yes, we could speak as friends. As friends. "And plus, there are people who care about you. For instance, the mechanic, your sister, myself, your old friend, Dawn." But they know not much of me.
"I understand that, but I can't help but feel lonely. It's as if I'm the ugly..." I tried to think of the word for 'duckling'. "... hatchling. Ugly duckling, but not ugly. Rather, the ugly, superior, glorious duckling. And a duckling, not a swan."
"Who are the swans?"
"The swans are your people, while a few black toads, drenched in oil, are the human governments. The crocodiles are the militaries. Poisonous frogs are the weapons we use."
"... You don't have to speak mighty, you know."
"I killed a man, I am the Major's heir! I have to speak mighty. I must speak crazily, angrily, yet gently..."
"I... understand."
"You don't."
"I... I don't."
"English now?"
"Yes."
"... Then we have nothing to speak of, I suppose, since you now speak in a language that no free man may be free through."
"... Yes?"
"You can go and do what you must, Ella."
"Indeed..." Our conversations always end in an awkward note.
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