Keshin nods casually at Ewa's assessment of him and gestures toward one of the seats Ewa was sitting near to, attempting to help this...Michael toward the seat. He was spouting a lot of bizarre dialogue, so Keshin wanted this affair done with as fast as possible. There's no way a person like this had the sort of credits he needed, compensation or no.
"Yeah, Keshin's a Yeerk name," Keshin shrugs. "It's kind of uncommon, though. I'm probably one of only a few hundred thousand Keshins in the world. This is both lucky and unlucky for somebody in our profession. It means we seem unique, but it also means my name is sometimes too obvious. Oh, and note that only outlaws are going to use "our." I know that's really all you'd ever get a place like this."
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Mar's expression turns quizzical and even intrigued at Rathien's bizarre description of life and death. It was an unusual, even aberrant way of speaking about the two concepts for a mortal. This Rathien had evidently killed a great many people, and he had done it without regrets. Mar's lips curved into an eerie smile.
"So...the trader is usually an interesting person for a hunter to chase?" states Mar carefully. "Mmm...know that Hitsuzen bends to no mortal nor any Highest. A dealer of Death is no more his arbiter than a person bringing new life into the world. He will double-cross you in the end, as he always has done. You speak of lives as Dreams, which I suppose is an apt metaphor for transient mortality. But...could you kill a person who isn't Dreaming at all? Perhaps the body, but never the mind."
