Rolando and Darla were walking the prisoner towards transport. It was early yet so only the very early go getters were even up, which mean on rim station no one was up. Both Rolando and the prisoner bore the shackles, so to a passer by it looked like the weirdest group of prisoners, but most people on Rim knew Rolando at this point and knew despite the shackles he was no prisoner.
"You're a traitor." Rolando laughed a little bit, he heard it before, Darla also smiled.
"I don't believe I've turned against my government as of late, though I did forget to requisition some of the soap I used to clean off all the shit you made us tromp through, I don't believe that equals treason."
"Nah just you're usual paperwork adverse stance." Darla gave him a punch on the shoulder, the prisoner turned around to face the both of them.
"You have betrayed your blood, hunting us with the normals, we are not prisoners by birth we are people." He spit on Rolando. Rolando didn't do anything, but Darla tripped the man and had him come crashing down to the hard floor.
"Rolando is a good man, he puts filth like you back where you belong, you're a murderer and worse, you are not imprisoned by your birth, you are imprisoned by your actions." The prisoners lip was bloodied, but he had a smile on his face.
"When we take over I'll make you my slave, bitch."
"I'm so terrified it just shows up like bemusement at a clown like you." They walked the prisoner to the transport and the guards didn't even ask about his bloodied lip. It was a given that magical people would have "accidents" on the way back to sanctuary, it wasn't a perfect system, but the history books was littered with worse ones.
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