Zex's description of his arms almost reminded Teisel of a squid or something. The stump-armed people in his mind were replaced with tentacle-armed people. Still weird.
Whatever reaction he'd been expecting, that kind of shock hadn't been it. "Yeah, I was pretty upset about it." Which was an understatement, but the admiral seemed upset enough right now for both of them, so Teisel would spare him the tale of woe. "But it was only a few months before I got my optics, and my siblings helped me out a lot." Mostly by giving him a reason to drag his worthless carcass out of bed. "Relief isn't the word I'd use. I mean, I did miss them, but now I have to worry about losing them all over again." Whatever a Vux was, precisely, their eyes must have been really important. "You don't have anything that can help where you're from? Is it really that bad?" They didn't live very long? What, did the other Vux just abandon the blind one?
Zex looked a little psychotic when his face twitched like that. Idly, Teisel wondered just what expression he'd been going for, 'cause it hadn't worked. "I'm no scientist myself, but I don't know what they could be testing. It seems pretty sloppy for an experiment." Though that doctor last night had been writing something down; he'd heard the scratch of the pen. Of course, she could have just been drawing flowers and clouds, for all he knew. She'd been enjoying herself too much to seem too professional...
"Sure, sure. Moving around in here's no trouble at all." The layout of the building was more logical and less maze-like than most ruins. Easy as pie. Ah, so there were traps in the basement, eh? This place was predictable; the good stuff was always the deepest underground, so naturally they'd guard whatever was down there. "'Impede one's progress'... Yeah, that's one way of putting it." Teisel chuckled. "I'll just have to make sure we don't get hurt, then." The basement could wait. Whatever was down there, Teisel had to admit he wasn't ready for that large an undertaking at the moment.
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Whatever reaction he'd been expecting, that kind of shock hadn't been it. "Yeah, I was pretty upset about it." Which was an understatement, but the admiral seemed upset enough right now for both of them, so Teisel would spare him the tale of woe. "But it was only a few months before I got my optics, and my siblings helped me out a lot." Mostly by giving him a reason to drag his worthless carcass out of bed. "Relief isn't the word I'd use. I mean, I did miss them, but now I have to worry about losing them all over again." Whatever a Vux was, precisely, their eyes must have been really important. "You don't have anything that can help where you're from? Is it really that bad?" They didn't live very long? What, did the other Vux just abandon the blind one?
Zex looked a little psychotic when his face twitched like that. Idly, Teisel wondered just what expression he'd been going for, 'cause it hadn't worked. "I'm no scientist myself, but I don't know what they could be testing. It seems pretty sloppy for an experiment." Though that doctor last night had been writing something down; he'd heard the scratch of the pen. Of course, she could have just been drawing flowers and clouds, for all he knew. She'd been enjoying herself too much to seem too professional...
"Sure, sure. Moving around in here's no trouble at all." The layout of the building was more logical and less maze-like than most ruins. Easy as pie. Ah, so there were traps in the basement, eh? This place was predictable; the good stuff was always the deepest underground, so naturally they'd guard whatever was down there. "'Impede one's progress'... Yeah, that's one way of putting it." Teisel chuckled. "I'll just have to make sure we don't get hurt, then." The basement could wait. Whatever was down there, Teisel had to admit he wasn't ready for that large an undertaking at the moment.