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“Bahaha, good to know! But, seriously, what would be the point in destroying the environment? A tree has never harmed me.” Vale’s three eyes narrowed in disdain. “But prosocials? They harm one another without even realizing. How not sentient!”
Vale looked down. Tilted xyr head. When Kane avoided answering a question, sometimes that gave Vale the same information as if he’d responded honestly. A born psychopath would’ve been fascinated that mades are truly possible. But a made psychopath? Old news.
With a flutter of xyr wings—more to announce to Kane that xe was moving than anything else—Vale did the short jump from the branch to the rock. Xe was far enough away from the fox that xe could probably fly away if threatened. Probably.
“That explains why your knowledge is weird. You’ve never actually talked to a fellow one, do you?” Vale laughed softly. “You can get good information from talking. Honesty for honesty, eh? A narcissist would never. But a psychopath? It’s useful, so they take the deal. Every. Time.” Vale raised xyr head and puffed up xyr feathers in pride. “Worked on you, didn’t it? Learned that trick from my mom!”
“Maybe you haven’t figured it out yet, so I’ll explain it to you. Antisocials are better collaborators than prosocials. You know why? Because you can always trust an antisocial to save xyr own skin and optimize for their own goals. So coalitions of antisocials who know they can trust each other not to backstab? Unstoppable.” Vale clicked xyr tongue mockingly. “But the prosocials? They have built-in divide and conquer buttons in their brain: morality, guilt, shame.”
Vale blinked. “You’re a funky psychopath. You’re basically feral. But you’re intelligent, eh? That means you might be a useful collaborator.”
Vale looked down. Tilted xyr head. When Kane avoided answering a question, sometimes that gave Vale the same information as if he’d responded honestly. A born psychopath would’ve been fascinated that mades are truly possible. But a made psychopath? Old news.
With a flutter of xyr wings—more to announce to Kane that xe was moving than anything else—Vale did the short jump from the branch to the rock. Xe was far enough away from the fox that xe could probably fly away if threatened. Probably.
“That explains why your knowledge is weird. You’ve never actually talked to a fellow one, do you?” Vale laughed softly. “You can get good information from talking. Honesty for honesty, eh? A narcissist would never. But a psychopath? It’s useful, so they take the deal. Every. Time.” Vale raised xyr head and puffed up xyr feathers in pride. “Worked on you, didn’t it? Learned that trick from my mom!”
“Maybe you haven’t figured it out yet, so I’ll explain it to you. Antisocials are better collaborators than prosocials. You know why? Because you can always trust an antisocial to save xyr own skin and optimize for their own goals. So coalitions of antisocials who know they can trust each other not to backstab? Unstoppable.” Vale clicked xyr tongue mockingly. “But the prosocials? They have built-in divide and conquer buttons in their brain: morality, guilt, shame.”
Vale blinked. “You’re a funky psychopath. You’re basically feral. But you’re intelligent, eh? That means you might be a useful collaborator.”
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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all that is left is the change !
Descendants of the Departed ★ Inquisitor of Requiem's Creation
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