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Hello, again. For those who may not know me, my name is Sharon Carter. Back home, I was a government agent. I know everyone's busy with the cold and the disappearances, so I'll try not to take as little of your time as possible.

In short, if you know anything about the killings in recent months, I'd like to speak with you.

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Some people have disappeared lately. You might have fun with that, Mr. Ampora. Do you enjoy solving mysteries?

[ Or causing them, which is what she's leaning toward. Of course, chances are, he's a run-of-the-mill sociopath. ]

Nah, solwin' mysteries ain't my thing really. You gotta care about what's at the fuckin' end a the mystery in order to solwe it--and let's just say I can't find the ability to care much about any a that. Especially if it's ower somethin' like murder.

[He shrugs.] Let's be real here, chances are the one who got him or her self killed probably deserwed it.

[ Really? People deserve to be victimized for living their lives? ]

How do you figure?

By the wery fact they couldn't properly defend themselwes. Surwiwal a the fittest an' such.

[Duuuuh!]

[ It takes her a moment to make sense of what he says. Not because of his speech impediment, though that doesn't help, but because of the apathy of the statement. ]

You can't possibly be serious.

And why can't I be?

Because you're basing a person's worth on physical strength! Everyone deserves justice, no matter how strong they are!

Not where I'm from. The weak were there to be used and discarded like the rubbish they are. Justice is for those strong enough to garner it for themselwes.

And just for the record, Mr. Ampora, when did you first arrive on the turtle?

Hmm... [He pretends to think for a moment, like he's trying to remember exactly when - but then his lips quirk into a grin.]

I don't think that's relewant.

That's all right. You're not a viable suspect anyway. I don't think you're smart enough to murder people and get away with it.

Do you always feel as if you should murder people who are weaker than you?

Ha, wery well. Works in my fawor if you're gonna foolishly underestimate me like that. Then again, I don't see the need to cower up somethin' worth gloatin' about.

Not always, no. It ain't like I go on murder sprees often or anythin'. I typically got sufficient reason for it when or if it happens.

[Like they made him mad, or hurt his ego, or dated the girl he likes. You know, valid reasons.]

Yes. Underestimating. That's what I'm doing, I'm sure.

What do you consider a sufficient reason? What does it take to be one of your murder victims? Less muscle mass than you?

[He just rolls his eyes at that. ~She knows his name, not his story~.]

Disrespect, steppin' outta line for your caste, any opposition, takin' what's mine, etcetera, etcetera. I don't always prey upon the weak, I'm not a troglodyte or somethin' equally barbaric. I just ain't afraid to do what comes natural for a troll like myself.

So you come from a caste society.

Do you have these rules written down where anyone interested in not being your victim can read them?

Yep. Hemocaste to be precise.

'Course not, it ain't my job to educate you slack-jawed knuckle-draggers, now is it? Ain't nothin' to worry about so long as you show proper respect.

Hemocaste. So it's based on blood?

[ She ignores the rest. He's already educating her about his philosophy as it is. She wonders if it's real; he doesn't seem to be lying, but it still seems incredible. ]

Yep. We trolls got blood colors rangin' from lowly maroon to royal as fuck magenta. Magenta bein' limited to the Empress and Heiress. I'm a the hue just below them: wiolet.

[It's a rainbow of a caste system more or less.]

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Trolls.

[ Good lord. He seems to be serious. ]

And where do trolls live?

[ Please say under bridges. Please say under bridges. ]

Yes. Trolls.

[He gives her a flat look.]

On our planet?

[Sorry to disappoint.]

[ Yes, thank you for ruining her almost-fun. ]

So you have an entire planet of trolls who think it's all right to murder other people for inconsequential reasons?

[He's very good at that. It's a natural born talent.]

Actually [He sounds so smarmy] we hawe taken ower most a the surroundin' galaxy, subjugatin' the other species and their planets. We're quite the opposin' force. So, not just a entire planet.

[He's just going to leave out the fact that he should have said 'we were quite the opposin' force' considering that there's only, oh, 10 trolls left alive out of their whole species. Technicalities.]

Are you surprised, though? Where the fuck else would we be if not our own planet?

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[ Oh, great. Murderers and oppressors. Brilliant. Just the sort of people she usually fights to the death. ]

That depends. Did you live under bridges on your own planet?

[ Deep breath. That isn't the way to gather intel, Sharon. And just because you don't think he's worth gathering intel from doesn't mean he has nothing to say. ]

Do trolls ever join up with others to murder people?

What?

[He's honestly baffled by the question. He really doesn't understand why she'd ask such a thing, so he can't even be entirely insulted.] No. We liwe in self made hiwes--at least until we are recruited into space once we're a proper militant age. Then we're shipbound.

[The second question, however, is a bit better.]

Depends, really. We ain't apt to trust just anyone. But if they prowe themselwes useful, an' easily disposable if the need arises, then we could. I mean, my ol' kismesis an' I joined forces and killed probably... [He trails off thinking, looking like he may be mentally counting] fuck, probably thousands by the end a our arrangement.

[He sounds very proud.]

[ He... can't have. Not really. Not thousands of people.

She clears her throat and tries to think this through. He isn't a suspect, but he's willing to team up with the killer under the right circumstances. If he's telling the truth, of course. ]

But you wouldn't keep your killings a secret like this person is doing. Say, if you two did find one another and decide to paint the town red.