Because we're Ferines, and they're Orerines. [The words are a little distant, without the spite that used to accompany them, but they almost sound practiced -- perhaps she's quoting something she was taught. She stops for a moment before sighing and shifts to rest her forehead on her arms.] That's what I used to think. But there are good ones, ones who treated me like anyone else. ...I started to hope, once, that it was only people who didn't care about the lives of Orerines, either. [Her volume begins to rise, her voice emotional, desperate. Her hands grip her arms tightly.] Even if they treated us even worse than that, whatever they called us, maybe I could start to understand if even Orerines called them evil...!