“Maybe… okay, let’s look at this. Your ancestors were kicked off my homeworld about two hundred years ago, right?”
“Two hundred years, yes. Kicked off? I don’t think so,” Permac said. “My ancestors developed our mental abilities and scared your ancestors so much that they would have exterminated us if we hadn’t left.”
She shook her head, “Your ancestors wanted to control Khizara. I think that’s some rationale for wanting to be rid of you.”
“Our versions of history differ. Tokor discovered how to sense emotions in others...”
“And how to influence emotions in others. The leader of your ancestors and his gang were using that to control elections and to skew the power of the government.” Linsora stopped walking. “Don’t you think that qualifies as treachery?”
“Keep your voice down and keep moving. We can debate the details of history and politics later. We’ve established that your race and mine parted company. I’m interested in the little fact that you know when I’m influencing your emotions.”
Standing on her tiptoes, her nose barely reached his chin. She tapped his cheek with a gloved finger, “Simple, your eyes turn purple.”
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