[You lie! The Korrat have always been fathers and mothers to us. They would not use our blood for amusment. You lie!!], he was starting to sound just a bit desparate.
Daphne found the choice of words interesting. She wandered if these "fathers and mothers" were more than just masters. Was some genetic tinkling involved in working with the felinids?
She grabbed the felinids chair and turned him to face her. She wanted to look him in the eyes. "How dare you imply that we are lying! Who are these Korrat to send you into battle and not stick around? Where are they when you are fighting and dying for them?"
"Yes, Horrtha," said Tr'Lawsh, holding up a hand toward Daphne in an 'ease down' motion, but putting on a good act of being concerned that Daphne was out of control. "They brrred you to fight, and to die." She leaned forward across the table. "You arrre nothing but puppetsss, Horrtha. What betterrr way to fight yourrr battlesss than to brrreed a bassstarrrd ssspeciess that would actually think it wasss an honorrr to be a ssslave?" The Caitian seemed to know exactly what 'fathers and mothers' meant, and she was having a tough time holding back her own anger about that issue. The Caitian's tail slashed furiously behind her, though she held her acting face.
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