[Till thinks about it. he hasn't been treated—poorly. he's just obstinate as a reflex, his nervous system fried. he isn't being beaten blue and bloody for it like his Guardian used to do, nor thrown him in restraints or gags until he cooled down. he'd tried for a very long time to control Till, and it had never worked.
so in comparison...yeah, it's better—but his handler was just one person, who was uniquely terrible, and Till hates all Segyein anyway.]
Um, I mean...sure. They're captives, like me.
[his cheeks pink a little, glancing off as he leans back, crossing his arms.]
I think people've been pretty nice, mostly...
[like James, too. it's nice to be around so many other humans, even if he feels kind of estranged of their experiences.]
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so in comparison...yeah, it's better—but his handler was just one person, who was uniquely terrible, and Till hates all Segyein anyway.]
Um, I mean...sure. They're captives, like me.
[his cheeks pink a little, glancing off as he leans back, crossing his arms.]
I think people've been pretty nice, mostly...
[like James, too. it's nice to be around so many other humans, even if he feels kind of estranged of their experiences.]