"I get it." Jacob frowns. "Money talks. Some things don't change no matter where you're from."
A few years ago Jacob learned that all organic civilization in his Galaxy had been orchestrated by a malevolent ancient race of machine-gods responsible for millions of years of cyclic genocide, and Isaac's world still sounds more depressing than what he's used to. Jacob can handle the idea of a dark future looming overhead, the threat of an imminent galactic harvest, but the lifeless, desperate universe Isaac has described sounds more like a dark present. It's especially hard for him to imagine a galaxy where all the aliens are dead.
"So this Church- are they the reason you're not comfortable without a weapon? Sounds like they've caused a lot of trouble." Jacob asks the question directly, yet hopes he's not stepping on any of Isaac's graves in doing so. It's hard to know what's okay to talk about and what's off-limits when comparing entirely different universes.
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A few years ago Jacob learned that all organic civilization in his Galaxy had been orchestrated by a malevolent ancient race of machine-gods responsible for millions of years of cyclic genocide, and Isaac's world still sounds more depressing than what he's used to. Jacob can handle the idea of a dark future looming overhead, the threat of an imminent galactic harvest, but the lifeless, desperate universe Isaac has described sounds more like a dark present. It's especially hard for him to imagine a galaxy where all the aliens are dead.
"So this Church- are they the reason you're not comfortable without a weapon? Sounds like they've caused a lot of trouble." Jacob asks the question directly, yet hopes he's not stepping on any of Isaac's graves in doing so. It's hard to know what's okay to talk about and what's off-limits when comparing entirely different universes.