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A/N: Welcome to chapter five of my Farscape fanfiction! We're almost done, only one more chapter after this, so enjoy it while you can.
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The fire of Self-Knowledge reduces all Karma to ashes.- Bhagavad Gita
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As he started work on tablet, his teacher pushed her water bottle towards him. As usual they sat beside each other on the bed, lessons taking place while his caretaker was gone.
"Lately she has been gone longer," He said softly.
"Don't jinx it," She said, "You want her to come back?"
He said nothing, but shook his head.
"Do not look so worried," She smiled, "You are much smarter than that tralk."
"Then why am I still here?" He threw the tablet down, "This is pointless."
"It is not pointless," She said softly, "You must learn patience, lovey."
"I'm not sure I'm strong enough to stay here any longer." He said. She thought for a moment before speaking.
"He that has patience can have what he will," She picked the tablet back up, "Do not show that you are upset, your silence can be a great strength."
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There was no such thing as love, he decided. No matter what his hormones were telling him, how coyly Natira smiled, or how strongly he wanted it. As he lie there, still faint from his first experience and Natira's scent still lingering, his thoughts zeroed in on the fact that love was nonexistent.
The last planet he was on, he stayed in a small room a family rented to him in exchange for help on their property. They had a small daughter who was treated like a princess, which confused him. If the parent-child bond he saw with them was that strong, why weren't his parents in his life?
He knew what Tauza had told him about his lineage was a lie. It's common knowledge that Scarrans were stronger than Sebaceans, it's one of the few things that his keeper was completely truthful about; even a weak female could defend herself against a male Sebacean. He suspected the opposite was true, although he felt uncomfortable not knowing for certain.
The unknown shook him, and he would sit for hours thinking of all the variables. He knew that others thought him strange for being so quiet, but this worked even more to his advantage, so long as his mind didn't focus too far inward.
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The fire of Self-Knowledge reduces all Karma to ashes.- Bhagavad Gita
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As he started work on tablet, his teacher pushed her water bottle towards him. As usual they sat beside each other on the bed, lessons taking place while his caretaker was gone.
"Lately she has been gone longer," He said softly.
"Don't jinx it," She said, "You want her to come back?"
He said nothing, but shook his head.
"Do not look so worried," She smiled, "You are much smarter than that tralk."
"Then why am I still here?" He threw the tablet down, "This is pointless."
"It is not pointless," She said softly, "You must learn patience, lovey."
"I'm not sure I'm strong enough to stay here any longer." He said. She thought for a moment before speaking.
"He that has patience can have what he will," She picked the tablet back up, "Do not show that you are upset, your silence can be a great strength."
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There was no such thing as love, he decided. No matter what his hormones were telling him, how coyly Natira smiled, or how strongly he wanted it. As he lie there, still faint from his first experience and Natira's scent still lingering, his thoughts zeroed in on the fact that love was nonexistent.
The last planet he was on, he stayed in a small room a family rented to him in exchange for help on their property. They had a small daughter who was treated like a princess, which confused him. If the parent-child bond he saw with them was that strong, why weren't his parents in his life?
He knew what Tauza had told him about his lineage was a lie. It's common knowledge that Scarrans were stronger than Sebaceans, it's one of the few things that his keeper was completely truthful about; even a weak female could defend herself against a male Sebacean. He suspected the opposite was true, although he felt uncomfortable not knowing for certain.
The unknown shook him, and he would sit for hours thinking of all the variables. He knew that others thought him strange for being so quiet, but this worked even more to his advantage, so long as his mind didn't focus too far inward.
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