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[Logan looks so much like he's pouting that X'rhun cant help but reach out and ruffle his hair a little before he stands. He wobbles just a little, slightly unsteady from the dizziness that overtakes him in the change in position, but his tail provides him with the balance needed to stay upright. Then he shakes his head and returns to the kitchen.]

I hope you like fish-- it's the majority of what I have in stock!

[For... obvious... reasons...]

Unless you prefer to dine in the blood of thine enemies-- and in that I must disappoint you.

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Yeah, I've had enough blood the past couple weeks, believe me. [ Logan can't help the small smile, though. "Blood of thine enemies", what dramatic shit.

Though speaking of obvious reasons, Logan takes in X'rhun's tail and the ears on his head. Though he might not be felis domestica, he's certainly got to be felis something. ] You eat that raw?

[He pokes his head out of the kitchen, ears twitching.]

Aye, I do, occasionally with other things on the side. But you needn't worry-- I am in possession of a stove and an oven for guests who prefer their meats cooked.

Oh. You don't have to cook. [ And not even because Logan doesn't want X'rhun to exert too much effort for his sake. ]

I grew up eatin' raw, too. Doesn't make much difference to me.

Ohhh? [One ear flicks.] A strange Hyur, you are. [But if that keeps him from having to spend all that time in front of the stove and worrying about overdoing the meat, then so much the better.

So what he returns to the table with is not a plate of cooked fish but raw tuna, sliced into pieces, some chili peppers on the side, and two forks. Because if Logan is eating raw, so will he. If he eats, the longer he'll be able to sleep earlier after all, rest unbothered by a growling stomach.

Like Logan's.]

Here you are, my friend.

[And this time, he sits down on his backside like other people, rather than in the usual crouch of Miqo'te men.]

Thanks. [ Logan's pretty iffy about the peppers, but he does pick a slice of tuna up between his fingers. Without fanfare he pops it into his mouth to chew and swallow. It's decent quality; Logan's taste buds might be neutral to most things that aren't fruit, but he recognises good fish when he tastes it. ]

So, "Hyur". [ Another tuna piece is shoved in, and Logan speaks with his mouth semi-full. ] That's your world's word for "human"?

[What a barbarian, using his fingers when X'rhun brought forks!! But he's not annoyed, honestly.]

No, human is human-- Hyur is one of the races of man, which would encompass yourself if you were Eorzean. Mine own is Miqo'te. [Which means X'rhun has just established himself as human in this conversation, and not an animal.]

[ Oh. That makes more sense.

Logan picks another piece of fish up. ]

And Miqo'te [ the word is funny on his tongue; Logan has to pause and repeat it under his breath a little to make sure he's said it right: Miqo'te, Miqo'te ] Miqo'te and Hyur and that-- Lala... falala [ Lalafell, Logan ] race you mentioned before, they're all equal?

Aye. Mayhap not in appearance or population, depending on where you go, but we mostly are.

[He's just... not going to mention the Gridanian attitudes, especially of their Elezen.]

Though there are those who see us as savages beneath them-- but fortunately, those come from the empire, not Eorzea. You seen them in a way, did you not?

Uh... yeah. I did. [ Though his memories of who'd been fighting in Ala Mhigo are pretty hazy at best. He'd been too busy focusing on the younger X'rhun in his arms, on dodging weapons and attacks instead of looking around. ]

I was wondering 'cause I ain't human. [ Another piece of fish down the chute. Logan washes it down with more milk. ] And I get what it's like to be seen as inferior people.

[X'rhun pauses in the middle of guiding a particularly large pepper into his mouth.] You're not?

[He puts the pepper down enough to lean over and sniff at Logan.]

You smell plenty Hyur to me.

[ The sniffing is fine. It does, in some weird way or other, comfort him a little to be scented. ] It's more a DNA thing. Genetic code.

People from my world don't all have claws, you know.

[ Finishing the last of his milk, he licks the excess off his lip. ] You got a word for "mutant"?

For us, "mutant" is another term for those who have been irrevocably changed from their original nature due to a significant occurrence, either instantaneous or slowly over time. [He tilts his head, and twitches one ear.] A sudden excess of aether introduced to the body is the catalyst for such changes.

But in your case... [DNA is a term he's not familiar with. Genetic code is... vaguely Allagan, but X'rhun can get the gist of it.] That's something entirely different, is it?

Your people developed differently from... the common man?

Something like that.

Humans're called homo sapiens where I come from. Mutants are homo sapiens superior.

"Excess of aether" ain't so far away, though. [ Never mind the fact he doesn't know what aether is; Logan's tone becomes softer, a little more patient. This reminds him a little of when he was still teaching at Xavier's. ] Mutants had something extra inside that humans didn't.

["Superior"-- what a conceited name, X'rhun thinks, but refrains from saying so by finally stuffing the pepper in his mouth and savouring how his sinuses clear with its heat.]

At this juncture, I fail to see what would make mutants different, being honest. In Eorzea, everyone would have aether within, and the differences tended to be the amount of such energies within, or how well one could control them. And even that could be changed with enough time or training. Or simply theft.

[Like... Lambard.]

But I assume, from context... Mutants have abilities and humans do not?

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Ah.

Yeah. [ His head cocks slightly. ] I guess when you put it like that, humans didn't have... energies [ that's the term he used, right? ] they had to control to begin with.

Made the humans hate us. [ He picks up another slice and chews it, talking with his mouth full. ] I was thirteen when people called me a demon and wanted me burned at the stake, and I was one hundred eighty-two when mankind decided to exterminate my people for good.

Ten years later and we pretty much were.

[X'rhun pretty much chokes on the last bit of pepper, coughing and feeling the heat rise up into his nose. And he reaches for his scotch, downing it like water.]

One hundred and-- You're entering your second century?

[ That gets a small smile. ] Turning one-hundred ninety two next year.

[X'rhun leans against the table with his elbows, massaging his temples.]

Bloody kill me.

[He was ogling an old man's rear. A ridiculously old man's rear.]

And here I thought you were younger than myself, the way you act sometimes. [But it does... make some sense now that he thinks about it. Five wars, nearly two hundred years.]

Like you're the pinnacle of maturity.

[ Logan slips another tuna slice in his mouth, rolling his eyes. ]

Oi, don't come into mine own house and be saying that sort of drivel. [Though his words have no real bite to them.]

Should I extol how good you look for your age instead?

[ Both his hands raise in defence. Logan shakes his head. ] No, no.

We're good. Thanks.

[Well now, that seems to be a weakness of Logan's-- being complimented. X'rhun will make sure to remember that for later.]

That's about as much as I expected. [With that he snatches up a piece of tuna to shovel into his mouth-- with a fork, mind. And it goes down easily, X'rhun not bothering to chew.]

So.

[In true X'rhun fashion however, he's going to ruin the moment. Because this has been weighing heavily on his mind for a while.]

I believe I owe you an explanation about our last encounter...?

You mean when I ran around in your head?

[X'rhun's sigh is strong enough that the strands of his mane hanging before his face are blown up and away from his eyes.]

In a manner of speaking. I don't remember every little detail, nor much of what I said or had done however.

'Twas like being part of a play, except not knowing your role in the grand scheme of things. But I do remember casting Flare. [And having his fill of Logan in the altogether. Clearly he remembers the important bits.]

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