Zaiya Ceti
"I-..." Colette sighed. "Yes, it is."
"I just grew up in a society that's really…
Special about these things." She said and took another bite of her food just to buy herself some time to think it over. "I mean, for example, we had these really elaborate databanks a bunch of heritages on them. It went from the first few officers that had been stranded on my planet when the plagues hit, all the way down to their off-spring, and their offspring's offspring, and so on, for eight hundred years."
Their people had never really been particularly big in numbers either. During the last attempt to measure how many they were, the number landed at roughly five hundred thousand which was up from the numbers a decade before that measured at around four hundred fifty. Colette could have explained the situation, but she didn't. There wasn't much of a point in explaining that they didn't hold hands because that was how the plagues spread, at least not to her. It seemed really obvious. Eventually though, people didn't do it because they found that there are better ways to greet each other, or show care.
"Because nobody can track down who my parents were, I was especially urged not to be part of it. It would most likely lead to heartache, and I was a danger because of who my parents were, not so much who
I was."
"Inbreeding." Colette clarified when it was clear that Zaiya was about to ask. "There was no way of really telling who they were, who it was that birthed me, or when. All attempts just led to dead-end after dead-end which most likely meant that on top of the danger I posed, I was a secret that somebody was desperate enough to want to keep that they abandoned a baby to her fate."
"Whoever they were, they covered it all up somehow, for some reason." The more Colette spoke, the more she felt like she was pulling at the strings of a conspiracy that she herself had formulated over the years as a means to give herself a reason why nobody loved her back home. It wasn't a very pleasant realization to have with someone that was for all intents and purposes still a stranger.
The teenager swallowed her words for a moment as her stare grew increasingly vacant. This was not at all a pleasant conversation for her, but some morbid desire pushed her deeper into it. As if talking to a stranger made these things just a little easier than if she had brought it up with someone like Shan or Valery who had obligations to try and help her get over it.
"Ironic as it is, one of the first few ways that the 'certified'
good ones start to show their interest in a girl or a boy, or any other partner is by firmly grabbing their hand. Some even make a game out of it to sneak up on their target and surprise them."
"The first boy who tried that with me got thrown to the ground and his nose broken." Colette frowned. "With a fist. By me." She rubbed at her neck. "I was terrified of what it meant. That he wanted to grab
my hand that was so… Unclean. I was
not meant to experience that, and for a slither of a moment, I had—"
"I had managed to get my hopes up, despite everything. I had to destroy it, for both our sake."