Aye, that's total rubbish. Humans are always heroes. Why else will they be called upon to save the world from monsters time and time again?"
The look Odette sent Felin was a stark mix of startled and puzzled, the the urge to laugh outright bubbled up on her tongue. However, she was able to bite it back.
What kind of idealistic fantasy world had she come out of? Surely Felin would get a kick out of meeting Odette’s ex; talk about
monsters. That’d really throw her for a loop.
"You're sayin' that y'ain't a human, even though ya admit you're from another world."
The way I've heard it, folks comin' from some other world are human, and their reason fer bein' here is of a charitable nature. What part of that, if'n I may ask, is bullshit?"
“‘Human’ and ‘from another world’ have never been mutually exclusive. There are plenty of worlds out there, probably some that are no different than this one.” As she was learning on her own.
Maybe the only ones who come to this world are the ones who want to help out, but you can't rely on the idea that the way they define helping will be the same way you define helpful."
She nodded along with what Ridley was saying, giving him a chance to finish before she riffed off of him.
“What you know is somewhat correct; humans are far from infalliable. There are very few who you could confidently classify as full-on
angels. Some of them cannot be bothered at all
,” she said, setting her cup down. “But for all you know, Jesse Stranger’s idea of ‘being a hero’ was picking up litter on the side of the railway, or helping old ‘mon cross the street, or even more so, just getting out of bed in the morning. Meanwhile, the ‘saving the region’ thing happened
accidentally. Because you’d be surprised how often that happens too. Hypothetically.”
Adjusting her glasses, she leaned her elbows against the table. “Despite what I’ve said about myself, Ridley’s right. Because I am truly only speaking for
myself. For all you know, anyone else dropping down here could be doing it solely because they want to see if it exists in the first place. Discovering a new world alone could be heroism for
them, while it might not mean much to you all when they don’t seek to help with whatever your problem is. Or maybe there’s others here who are just looking to pick up litter or something equivalent.”
With a sigh, she shrugged again. “But I would be lying if I said I believed this world was opened to myself and everyone else who dropped in with me under the precedence that we’re picking up garbage. And I would like to hope that whoever was picked up was at least remotely screened in their ability to line up with whatever the morals of this world are. Even slightly. Because if not, well, you have bigger problems at hand.”
No species was infalliable, it couldn’t be. She was still holding her breath that everyone who had touched down—despite their surface level
shortcomings—would help do whatever the fuck needed to be done when the time came.