CHAPTER 302978 Olinda
Nosferans eat the dead. It was a fact of the war that spurred our hatred of them. It wasn't enough that they were a territorial and aggressive species, but they ate our dead. Not only did they look like the monsters from our nightmares, they acted like them as well.
It's not quite as simple as that, of course, each species has its own reasons for its culture, but understanding didn't make me want to go into the galley. And I had Drac there, splattered in blood from Pike's agent, looking at me the way a dog might in dropping a kill at my feet.
That was the difference. Drac was proud. He hadn't done anything wrong, quite the opposite. He had killed someone who threatened us by invading our territory and now he was looking to me to share that moment.
I put away my Lo
