Who broke the coffee pot? I'm not mad, I just want to know.
I did. I broke it.
No. No you didn't. GHB?
Don't look at me, look at Dualscar.
What?! I didn't break it!
Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken!
No, it's not!
If it matters, probably not... Mindfang was the last one to use it.
Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Redglare!
Okay, let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Condy.
No! Who broke it!?
Condesce, Darkleer's been awfully quiet this whole time.
(Camera pans to the Condesce)
I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict that ten minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
During the ancestor’s time, lowbloods would gather to form villages to help each other out and raise the little ones. This was the closest equivalents to families and neighborhoods. Highbloods tended to leas solitary lives, but some secretly admired the close knit bonds that lowbloods had.