#a) i'm not sure when vau showed to think an old age is a state of sainthood??? Like talking how kina ha has grace and kindness or whatever

[cienie-isengardu]

"You know, I can't dislike Uthan, Walon. I tried, but I can't." "You can't dislike Kina Ha, either, and I know you feel you should as a matter of honor." Vau's expression had softened and it didn't suit him at all. Nature had selected him to be a brutal, implacable patrician, a man who beat servants and lavished more affection on his pedigree livestock. It was bred into his bone structure, revealed in that harshly aristocratic face. "Species apart, I can't help wishing my mother had been like her. Very grand, very gracious. She's more of a countess than dear Mama ever was." Age didn't change a thing as far as Skirata was concerned. Vau seemed to think old age was a state of sainthood, life's slate wiped clean simply by being too feeble to return a punch. Skirata took off his boots at the door and stood them inside the covered lobby. "If Demagol walked in here now, four thousand years old," he said, "what would you do?" "Tell him to make himself useful for once and give Uthan a hand in the lab." "Seriously." "You're asking me if I'd take a blaster to a very elderly man and kneecap him for his eugenics crimes, aren't you?" Skirata wondered if Vau would forgive his loathed father simply for avoiding death long enough. He doubted it. "I'm just a simple thug trying to explore moral philosophy, Wal'ika." "Then I'd have to face him to know the answer. But I'm sure you think you know yours." "I do. It's okay to shoot a helpless old man. Because when he wasn't helpless, he did some terrible things to living beings for no other reason than scientific curiosity."

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