As Mikahil explained the possible situations, Jacan just stared down at his plate, idly pushing the leaves and other vegetation around. He had barely touched his soup and, so far, had just been stirring the noodles around while staring at them with disinterest. He knew he had to eat, at least get to the point where he was full but, after bringing up his friends… he just seemed to loose hunger all together.
If he didn’t eat, he wouldn’t be able to keep up his strength but, right now, he just didn’t feel like it. The more Mikahil spoke of his friends, the more worried Jacan became. If they were alive (which Jacan prayed they were), than they would be back in that place with the scientists. That horrible place where the scientists treated him more like an animal. Worse than an animal. At least back on his home planet animals were cared for, given adequate food and water instead of being starved. That's what it felt like the scientists were doing. Were they doing the same things they did to Jacan to his friends? Or would it be like Mikhail said? Were the scientists holding Zanti and Tsu'Teni somewhere else to study? Are they safe? Are they all right?
Are they even alive?
But, if Mikhail was right, than the scientists would do everything they could to make sure Zanti and Tsu'Teni stayed alive. Granted they had survived the crash...
Jacan stared down at into the soup, pushing the noodles around with his spoon again. He really didn't feel like eating anymore. He should eat but, just thinking about Zanti and Tsu'Teni made him loose his appetite. Mikhail was right about worrying making it worse. Worrying would make it worse but how could he not worry? Zanti and Tsu'Teni were his friends, his comrades, his family.
At Mikhail's sudden question, Jacan looked up from the food. "Stories...?" He blinked once then nodded slowly. "Yes... my people tell stories. We tell many stories..." He paused and then asked, "Do your people tell stories?"
If he didn’t eat, he wouldn’t be able to keep up his strength but, right now, he just didn’t feel like it. The more Mikahil spoke of his friends, the more worried Jacan became. If they were alive (which Jacan prayed they were), than they would be back in that place with the scientists. That horrible place where the scientists treated him more like an animal. Worse than an animal. At least back on his home planet animals were cared for, given adequate food and water instead of being starved. That's what it felt like the scientists were doing. Were they doing the same things they did to Jacan to his friends? Or would it be like Mikhail said? Were the scientists holding Zanti and Tsu'Teni somewhere else to study? Are they safe? Are they all right?
Are they even alive?
But, if Mikhail was right, than the scientists would do everything they could to make sure Zanti and Tsu'Teni stayed alive. Granted they had survived the crash...
Jacan stared down at into the soup, pushing the noodles around with his spoon again. He really didn't feel like eating anymore. He should eat but, just thinking about Zanti and Tsu'Teni made him loose his appetite. Mikhail was right about worrying making it worse. Worrying would make it worse but how could he not worry? Zanti and Tsu'Teni were his friends, his comrades, his family.
At Mikhail's sudden question, Jacan looked up from the food. "Stories...?" He blinked once then nodded slowly. "Yes... my people tell stories. We tell many stories..." He paused and then asked, "Do your people tell stories?"
