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Change of Heart
(Daya POV)
"Afternoon, Daya!"
"You alright, bud? You seem off."
"Doing just fine. Just mulling over some stuff, but thanks for asking."
Daya grit his teeth and showed his canines to 'smile' at the Uvei workers. He was making his rounds through the Mott's Shell shipping yard.
This business wasn't the only thing that had undergone vast growth recently. The Vesnin would like to think he'd gotten braver, but in truth he just didn't find the Uvei scary anymore. It was just a matter of getting to know the right people to give him the right perspective.
They were bigger than him, with fangs and claws that could easily tear him apart. But ever since he got to know Gretal and got used to reading an Uven's body language, it was painfully obvious how hard all the Uvei on the S.S. Kalen were trying to be nice to other races.
To be exact, they always took care to act incredibly delicately around non-Uvei. It was to the point that they were all perpetually stressed on some level.
With a breath, Daya flipped to the last page of his inventory list. While he was at it, he double-checked the condition of every shipping vessel he inspected.
Jacey had speculated that most of them were afraid of getting kicked off the station and being forced to go back to Nysis. Gretal insisted that many of them wanted to make friends outside the complicated web of relations between Uven nationalities; apparently, Uvei struggled to make friends especially with each other, but still craved companionship.
Fortunately for their employees, Mott's Shell had soon become a place where they could be themselves. Sometimes there was friction due to the aforementioned nationalities bringing baggage from Nysis's conflicts, but it was surprisingly easy to handle due to three parties.
There were the peace-loving Terrans who were proficient in deescalation. They were naturally trusted mediators as a people who accepted them fairly unconditionally, which made smoothing out grudges much easier.
The second was Daya himself. Though, if asked, he would admit that he just blindly invited them to regular hangout nights and lucked out. By chance, their first game night was also the first time Uvei of discordant factions attended together. Somehow, that snowballed into weekly competitions of various sorts to vent out any hard feelings. The contests could get intense, but the Uvei were surprisingly good sports by the end of each one.
...If anything, Daya was the sore loser. He wasn't sure whose influence that caused this, but he'd develop a habit of raging and going on a tirade of expletives. The Uvei workers all burst out laughing the first time he went on a tirade using Uven "vocabulary".
The last peace maker in Mott's shell was, of course, Jacey himself. While he was also a human, his approach was decidedly more heavy-handed than the others-not to mention, he was the owner of the company itself and had direct authority over his employees.
The Vesnin didn't know his exact approach, but when conflicts escalated and reached him, he would call the involved parties individually into his office for a private talk. Between 20 and 90 minutes later, the Uvei would leave in a much more docile state than before. Even if there were the occasional passive-aggressive comments, fights never escalated again when this happened.
When asked, all Jacey would say was that he'd helped them get some perspective and threatened some "standard disciplinary action" if it happened again. Certainly, no violence was involved, but the something made the Uvei nervous after the experience.
In fact, they seemed to become more courteous to their Terran coworkers afterwards as well. The other humans seemed more chagrined at the increased distance though.
...
Jacey was not the typical human.
That much was obvious by now, but Daya had only recently come to terms with this realization. Even now as he tallied off his clipboard, his mind danced around this information.
It wasn't that his friend was particularly extraordinary or exceptional. At times, he seemed to be able to read and anticipate everything someone did, like the space pirate attacks. And other times, Jacey was completely caught off-guard by some small thing one of his two friends did, like guessing his favorite food during a snack run.
Jacey was simply...different.
He'd originally found this different nature more approachable and wanted to befriend Jacey for it. But-
"...."
Daya hated to admit it, but sometimes he would catch himself tensing up when he had to show his back or neck to Jacey. And that was a bad feeling to have about a reliable friend who has only been good to him.
Compared to that, it was actually easier to talk to the usual human coworker now. It turns out that most of them happily respected any boundaries he set with them and the ones who were poor at that got naturally reined in by the ones who weren't.
His experiences with them still made the motion to reevaluate their Aggression rating silly, but when he considered Jacey, that skepticism suddenly seemed more...
Maybe humans had that biological classes like the Eulsics, where members with different body types performed specialized jobs...?
Pausing his inspection, Daya took a seat and sighed softly. He returned a tail gesture from some passing Uvei giving him a non-verbal greeting.
If he could, would he trade this new understanding and closeness to the other Uvei and humans for how things used to be with Jacey?
....
Whether by emotional attachment or by what he believed to be objective self-reflection, he didn't think he would.
(Gretal POV)
"Jacey."
"Gretal."
The two friends greeted each other in the break room. The human was watching something on the television when the Uven entered. Mott's Shell offered amenities for employees to relax, but Jacey specifically arranged a smaller, private area for the trio.
It had been over a month since Gretal had confronted the greatest and gravest revelation of his life.
He was practically inconsolable for the first week, resorting to locking himself up in a cargo container and thrashing about from within until it was unusable and his claws bled. If Daya didn't occasionally visit with food, water, and sleeping medication, he may have been much worse for wear.
While he had calmed down significantly since then, it couldn't be said that his fury subsided at all. Even now, a fire burned in his chest until it ached. Recently, self-reflection about this feeling he had made him curious.
"May I...ask you something?"
"Mm? It depends on the question but go ahead."
[To whom could he direct this rage? Who could he hurt to make it right? Who deserved the blame for his pain? How could he hurt them like they hurt him? Why did he have to feel like this?]
The same few questions and feelings had echoed in Gretal's heart for some time. And, friend that he is, Jacey helped with every one.
While the Uven raged away within that steel container, Jacey diligently continued collecting information. Names, groups, locations. By the time he came out, the human had prepared a detailed list that grew for weeks.
As he recovered in a clinic, they discussed the next course of action.
Daya naturally suggested telling all the Uvei they could, Jacey half-rejected it for two reasons.
For one, this sort of knowledge would almost certainly incite riots of a history-shifting scale with a great deal of group violence.
It was hard to describe the Vesnin's expression when Jacey went on to explain that they should time the revelation so that the masses would deal maximal damage to the culprits.
And the second reason was the human's personal suspicions that their information could get intercepted without preparation.
It seemed that there was also suspicion the involvement of some Coalition races as well. It was just speculation, but Jacey believed that meat synthesis should have been offered to different Uven nations throughout the centuries. Since no news had broken out, someone was taking advantage to technology being monopolized during war and those same people would be vigilant of third parties looking to end their cash cow.
He and Daya still felt that the common Uvei deserved to know, so the trio compromised by slowly bringing employees of Mott's Shell in the know. One by one, they would secretly meet and tell an Uven along with their closest human friend to support them through their own "episodes".
And that brought Gretal to today. The Who and How weren't the questions nagging at him at this point. Instead, he had come to a realization-or perhaps a theory would be more accurate.
"Jacey...what made you like this?"
"...."
Since he started grappling with this deep anger that made him want to hurt as he has been harmed, Gretal was reminded of how Jacey sometimes behaved-especially when their first met.
The human generally behaved with restraint in day-to-day life, but the way he reacted to certain developments made it clear.
He was always looking for an excuse to act without restraint, and he had a deep desire to inflict harm.
Gretal hadn't encountered humans...
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