[ In it, a clue: no, they haven't told him what this is. And yes, he knows exactly what this is anyway. It's a test -- if Keith passes, if he kills this man in the course of their training, then that will be that. If this man kills him, then it would be a humiliating end for the prince, denounced, his legacy as weak forever known. It would be a culling, either way you cut it.
It's what he detests about these games -- not what they do to him, he's accepted that long ago, but using other races as fodder and sport. It is unbefitting of a warrior, beneath his dignity, and Keith studies the man before him curiously, his words holding no trace of hostility. ]
It's a culling. [ He explains, matter-of-factly. ] They don't usually send human gladiators to train princes, but you're not just anyone, are you? [ He pauses. ] I've seen you fight.
[ Full of life, full of vigor -- Keith would let him go, if he had a choice. Or perhaps he does, after all. A man like this doesn't deserve to die in the arena, or meet his end in Galra's sporting venues. No one does. Bread and circuses always turn out this way, don't they? He looks to the door, locked, before he offers his next comment simply. ]
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[ In it, a clue: no, they haven't told him what this is. And yes, he knows exactly what this is anyway. It's a test -- if Keith passes, if he kills this man in the course of their training, then that will be that. If this man kills him, then it would be a humiliating end for the prince, denounced, his legacy as weak forever known. It would be a culling, either way you cut it.
It's what he detests about these games -- not what they do to him, he's accepted that long ago, but using other races as fodder and sport. It is unbefitting of a warrior, beneath his dignity, and Keith studies the man before him curiously, his words holding no trace of hostility. ]
It's a culling. [ He explains, matter-of-factly. ] They don't usually send human gladiators to train princes, but you're not just anyone, are you? [ He pauses. ] I've seen you fight.
[ Full of life, full of vigor -- Keith would let him go, if he had a choice. Or perhaps he does, after all. A man like this doesn't deserve to die in the arena, or meet his end in Galra's sporting venues. No one does. Bread and circuses always turn out this way, don't they? He looks to the door, locked, before he offers his next comment simply. ]
You're very good. How did they capture you?