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Would you rather know thirty languages fluently or be a math adn science genius?

Teagen: ‘Thirty languages definitely. That would,’ His chest expands in wander, ‘be amazing?’

Lawrence: ‘The genius.’

Teagen: *snickers* ‘You would.’

Waneebi: ‘I didn’t even know there were that many languages!’ *mind spinning, eyes dazzled, and jaw slightly open* Then he comes to himself a few seconds later, ‘Then again, I would likely never be able to use the knowledge of so many tongues. I would gain math and science, for then I might be able to overthrow Jones.’ And take over the island for himself, and perhaps squash Zicari to the dirt. To bad the foreigner’s son had already died…

Elsie: ‘Uh,’ *itches her left ankle with her right toes* ‘The languages I guess. Do I get to pick them? It would help to know these people’s language without having to work for it.’

Zicari: *smiles knowingly at the side of Elsie’s face* ‘If I were to leave the island I would pick languages. But I am staying,’ *looks into Elsie’s eyes, but refrains from destroying what little hope she had of escape…* ‘I would do as Waneebi said. It might help us take down this dictator.’

Lucky: *snorts* ‘All you boys’ blind bravado..’

Zicari: *looks at Lucky a second, brows lifted (Zicari’s humor was slowly returning as Kia’s death slowly became farther and further past) Are you saying I wouldn’t fight for my people?

Omaru: *face tightens* ‘You know not what you speak of,’  the youth, yet husband and father struck his chest, ‘We have fought and died for such. It is not vain, or blind.’

Zicari: *met his comrade’s eyes and gave a message* If you beat a fool, he will only gain sores, not a soul. That must be experienced.

Omaru: *shoulders slouched,* ‘I would choose as Zicari.’ *his eyes lit like fire. Some had tried to take Zicari’s life…it almost always started with baseless insults. Lucky couldn’t be trusted* ‘What would you choose master Looky?’

Lucky: *bushy gray brows lift* ‘The languages.’ *He then began picking his white, though crooked teeth, with a grubby nail.*

 

Would you rather be infamous in history books or be forgotten after your death?