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The purpleblood talked too much....but hearing that relaxed the blueblood, no longer feeling like he should try to hide the lowerblood. He'd been actually worried just how far the older troll would go to prove his point. "He's already said he was sorry....I already told him he shouldn't be rolling around on the filthy floor." Miache's face scrunched up again, "What, should I tell him he's supposed to beg my forgiveness? He bumped me into my own lusus, he was the one that fell on the ground!" Of course, if he'd been the one on the ground there would've been a far different issue. He looked back at the yellowblood and frowned, the troll already seemed so.....broken, sure he could demand he be stronger...but that would probably only make him even more of a terrified mess.

Leader....what a joke. Standing in front of a purpleblood with a terrified fellow wriggler he felt anything but. He was supposed to lead other trolls? Hell, he'd accomplished NOTHING of any notice thus far in his life.....what was to respect about that?

Machia’s neutral expression twitched downward. Miache hadn’t even made an attempt to address Reemus. Now Reemus was going off about something or other. Machia’s patience was wearing extremely thin.

”Every damn one of you is a reflection on your caste and kin!” Machia snapped at Reemus and turned on Miache. ”And you need to quit debating with a successful, grown-a** adult about the meaning of leadership. You know nothing at your age and not everyone is going to be nice enough to give you the rundown on your rights and duties before they start using your blood for finger paints! You don’t waste time waiting to become a good leader on your own terms, like you don’t wait to become a good fighter, deigning to participate only when it suits you.”

Machia made sure to make eye-contact with Reemus. ”I’ve got a damn long life ahead of me, and if I’m going to be sharing this planet’s surface with adult-sized versions of you I want their heads to be on straight. Don’t think for a second I don’t respect the contributions of lowbloods to this planet. Your people are numerous and your people are powerful. If that power’s not controlled by someone competent and your own damn discipline, the whole of society is going to go straight to ******** s**t.”

”Wigglers like you didn’t even have your eggs laid back then. The Glub, the regicide, the power grabs. You kids couldn’t fathom what life was like back then for any color. Civilized society is a privilege that needs to be maintained, and like it or not that job falls to you.”

Machia was seething at the sheer gall of these senseless, ignorant children. From start to finish they had showed not even the slightest understanding of what it meant to contribute to society. It wouldn’t be on his hands when they would inevitably be replaced by younger, hungrier trolls.

”Hey, Machia Sphair! Can I have your autograph!?” A voice called out from the crowd.

There was most certainly a crowd. Machia was a celebrity to begin with, and his conversation with the children had drawn an audience. Cries of adulation and hushed commentary sparked among the passing trolls for Machia’s speech. ”You tell ‘em!” ”Three beetles says the yellow one cries.” ”Has that blueblood been living on the green moon or what!?” ”Pfft—I think his ponytail’s tied a little too tight, if you know what I mean.” ”Charoe Plumre wouldn’t have been half as nice to those kids…”

Machia visibly relaxed as he received a pen and a poster from the approaching fan. With a swift flick of the wrist, he handed the items back and returned to appraising Reemus and Miache. The fan openly giggled at the kids before returning to the crowd.

”Your youths are transient, but everything you do leaves its mark in one way or another. Your successes are never your own, and neither are your failures. Keep that in mind. Or not. You’ll be reminded soon enough regardless.”

Miache's lips drew a thin line as he stared at the highblood. He didn't like it....but he supposed it was true. He hated that idea though, his own merits should be weighed for how HE was....not someone ELSE of the same caste. If someone ELSE did something stupid it shouldn't reflect on him, same to be said if.....or whenever HE did something stupid. He paid no mind of the whispers of others, seeming deaf to them even when the fan approached the fighter, favouring to instead stare thoughtfully at the elder troll. He finally broke his stare with a blink when he gave an apathetic shrug, turning to glance at Reemus. "My apologies for poor manners. I've been standing here talking to you without properly introducing myself....I'm Miache Gahiji."

With a final glance to the older troll he finally turned around, his lusus finally perking to attention as he looked ready to move on. "I believe I'll be heading home." He paused a moment to finally look back at the highblood. "I suppose you're right, in more ways than one, but that doesn't mean I agree with it." Though, he felt little difference in his opinions, if that was how the hemospectrum was so be it....he often kept to himself anyway. He glanced at Reemus again, "You're welcome to stay here....or you can leave with me," he shrugged again. He wouldn't make Reemus leave, but he felt he'd at least offer the yellowblood an out if he wanted it.