Senjen let out a laugh. “We’re not copies of [i]specific[/i] Utaysi. Our minds just have the same structure.”

As clunky as the translation might have been, Senjen was caught off-guard by Light saying something that was very...right. Generally, the QV’s idea of socialization was very [i]unique[/i], to put it mildly. Both they and the Tindrel had natural psychology that were more different from the likes of the Utaysi, Tekeri, and Humans, so there was a fair bit of advice that would not translate particularly well between them. To Senjen, Light was making a rare bit of sense here. Someone who was immortal like him might have a different idea of patience than someone who was not, and that was something he should probably keep in mind. Still, that did not automatically mean it was a bad idea. 

“I mean...yeah, we travel, but we’re not usually away for [i]that[/i] long at a time. Besides, this situation of ours might not be a permanent one. Think about it, we make enough money, pay off debts, invest it wisely, and it might not be too long before we’re not the ones going out there and doing these runs ourselves. Money runs Korit, and if we get enough of it, then we’ll start moving up the ladder. We’ll be cautious and avoid getting caught stepping on the toes of any big corporations.” Senjen stood up, walking a few paces away from the ship. “Really, we don’t have to be stuck here forever. Skill I know we have, but we need ambition too. I know I have it; do you?”