To him, anything that wasn't hemosapien had the moral worth of cattle.
His ideology disgusted her so much that she swore she would destroy it.
"Anyway," she heaved a deep breath, eating some more stew with bread. "Perhaps you could figure out what you want to do with your life over the next few years, freelancing. Or perhaps even partying with your new friends."
Ria raised an eyebrow. "I don't think I'm going to be spending any time with them after this mission is over, aunty."
Runark was secretly delighted to hear that, Arastia sensed. But she didn't think that was perhaps the most prudent choice for her niece. She was happy that Ria had made some girl friends, or teammates, in the frontier. It was good to have active relations with the same gender while she was still young. Spending too much time with Runark would skew her experiences too much, as far as she was concerned.
