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Once again, Sikozu is seated at a table, surrounded by books.

Once again, she is flipping pages and switching volumes at a rapid pace.

Every once in a while, she looks up, sighs and shakes her head.

Bother at will.

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"Find anything interestin'?"

She doesn't look up.

"More evidence that humans are quite possibly the most expasperating and incomprehensible species I have ever encountered."

"I'd concur with that."

She glances over at him, eyebrow raised.

"Are you not fond of your own people?"

"Not really, no."

"And why is that?"

"Well, they don't much like me either, so it's mostly mutual."

Sikozu sighs.

"It is virtually impossible that every human in existance dislikes you, though it a very human ego you have to think so."

He grins.

"I didn't mean it literally, sweetheart. Just most of the ones I've met."

"Exasperating." She nods.

"And if you are going to address me, my name is Sikozu."

"Sikozu..." And he inclines his head.

"Yes. Sikozu."

"And I'm Mordred."

She has the feeling there should be some kind of human social nicety at this point. Unfortunately, she doesn't know any.

"What is it that you do?"

"Annoy people. What do you do?"

She smils faintly.

"I think there are a few here who would say I do the same. By trade, I am a researcher." Now a frown. "Or I was."

"I was a knight. Warrior, soldier. What happened?"

"A human happened." She sneers. "Ruined my last assignment and now my employers and likely everyone else, think I am dead."

She looks at him more closely, neon green eyes narrowed slightly. "You were in the military? What sort of weaponry did you use?"

"Swords, spears, bow and arrow, daggers, axes. That kind of thing."

"Nothing technologically advanced?" She sounds rather disappointed.

"Came from something called the 'Dark Ages', Sikozu. That's as good as we had."

A slight pause.

"A period of stagnation and obscurity in literature and art, lasting nearly 1000 years, from about 500 to about 1500 A. D. Also called the Middle Ages." She tilts her head, still looking at him. "Fascinating."

Drily,

"Indeed. I was killed in 517, at the hands of my father."

"Why would he do that? Was it intentional?"

"Aye, it was."

"So why did he do it?" No, she really doesn't understand this may be a sore topic.

"Because we were fighting on opposite sides of a civil war. And he'd been trying to kill me for years, anyway."

Sikozu shakes her head.

"This is why you humans are wasting your potential to be a contributing race to the rest of the universe. You have no unity."

A little grin.

"He started it."

"Your egos will be the death of your species."

"Well, I'm already dead, so it doesn't bother me in the slightest."

She shrugs.

"I doubt it will bother anyone else, either."

"Not really, no."

Well, since they're in agreement about that, she goes back to the topic she's actually most interested in.

"Why didn't you get along with your father? I find this is somewhat common among humans, family discord. It isn't very logical."

"He slept with his sister and I was the result. Then there was a prophecy that I would destroy his kingdom. So, he tried to kill me. We kinda got off to a bad start."

Another sigh. Another shake of her head.

A little laugh at her expression.

"You didn't live very long, did you?"

"Never quite made it to twenty, no."

"Not surprising. You do seem to have a distinct lack of common sense."

"Thnak you."

A sincere smile.

"You're welcome."

A grin, and he gets to his feet.

"I should be off now, but nice talking to you."

And because Mordred will be Mordred, he vanishes.

Sikozu blinks and files this away to ask him about later.

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