With that, Nate bid goodbye to them both, lightly kissing Christine’s hand as he ignored the slight hint of a grimace in the corner of her eyes; quite well masked by years of pretending to be thoroughly delighted with the engagement. She was rather pleased to have him out of her hair now though, every minute he’d been nagging to her about various causes and problems that she couldn’t really offer any assistance on… So to be free of him was quite the blessing.
His explanation of territory invasion was terribly interesting, and it offered her much needed insight into how the natives must have felt when people had suddenly began building an empire within America. It was true, if her home had been invaded by strange individuals who didn’t explain any of the changes they were carrying out to her… Well, it must have been a terribly frightening experience from them all. It was no wonder really that had retaliated with such explicit violence, especially when those invading held weapons like guns; new horrible things that could kill from a distance… She too would be most terrified if she was placed in the same position that they had been forced into. “When you put it that way… Well, the violence is incredibly understandable… Those poor people, no wonder they are so protective in terms of the territory treaties you discuss in your books.”
His last phrase on the matter reminded her of an experience of her own. When her younger sister had been brought into the courting period, Kole and Sam had both followed her about in desire of achieving some affection from the young lady… As a result of them being placed against each other as competing suitors, most former civility that had been between the two young men fell through. Most of the time any arguments they held quickly resorted to violence and resulted in Nate having to physically drag Sam away from Kole- Elle stood between the pair screaming for them to stop… Oh, it had been eventful growing up in that friendship group.
"Oh no, sir. Please do go on… It’s rare that I’m treated to such intriguing conversation like this!"
His first reaction to her words was to smile softly. He was more used to others shutting him up as they were not interested in what he had to say, his words were not needed in the encounters he usually had. Then again, most of the time he was telling demons to stop what they were doing, of course they would not listen to a stranger deciding their actions for them. And of course like he had said, it led to more violence than necessary.
He could also imagine that conversations like these were rare for a lady like Christine. Usually they were expected to remain silently by the side of their husband, playing a supporting role. It was not necessary for women to join in the conversation, as men arrogantly believed they were too irrational, too driven by emotions, to give decent insight. In that sense Dove found it safe to say that these lands were less free than they believed. Atleast back in Hell, gender roles weren’t as much of a thing. Most demons are genderless, and just decide on a shape they are most comfortable with, Dove was no exception to that. And no matter if you chose to be male or female or neither, you were expected to fight during wars.
"Then, I think it may also be important to note that there was a difference in the value of things. While we came to collect their materials for the simple sake of money, to the tribes many of their possessions had a spiritual and religious meaning and trying to take that away from them surely would be upsetting. Aside from that we tried to change their religion and ways to match our own, of course they were bound to be defensive over that. Basically, we were taking away their ideals, which they had followed for many generations and were important to them, to gain from it ourselves. What was sacred to them, we selfishly took for our enjoyment—"
"Dove, Dove look! A rabbit!" Ace excitedly exclaimed, pointing an indexfinger at something a small distance away, while the other hand still clung to his arm. She had completely forgotten about his pseudonym again, too occupied with the small brown furry creature quickly hopping back under the green leaves. Ever since the white pet rabbit she had been gifted by her adoptive father to keep her company those years ago, she had developed a fondness for the animals. Of course her naive mind didn’t think of the consequences for the environment rabbits lived in, so never did she understand that others saw them as a pest.
And oh so excitedly did she crouch down to look beneath the leaves of the bush it was hiding in, trying to meet the gaze of those beady eyes.
Dove merely chuckled softly at the girl’s excitement.