“Okay, I'm a little lost.”
“Everything that lives has an instinctual fear of dying. But only humans have such a strong sense of self-preservation. Even those who would go out of their way to help and to protect others would still tend to put their own lives and safety first if it came down to it. She's different. She put your safety above her own. She gets a lower grade in self-preservation than she does in protective instincts. Which is unbelievably rare in the galaxies.”
“Well that makes sense” Jeremiah said without thinking. “She told me her race was rare. Not like superior but few and far between. That there literally aren't many of them left.”
Understanding once more blanketed the man's narrow face. “She's Xavallen. That explains it. That explains a lot actually.”
“I'm afraid I don't understand.”
“Enkarens and Xavallens are sibling races to each-other. Enkarens are genetically speaking in trouble but also far superior to humans in most respects. Xavallens are, by comparison to their brethren philosophers and friars. They still speak the same language.”
“And she doesn't make sense for an Enkaren.”
J'onn nodded. “Xavallens are a protected species.”
“Wait, what?”
“Their home-world became uninhabitable over 200 years ago. Most of them are nomadic. But some of them have assimilated, to varying degrees into other cultures.
Jeremiah, – For one thing may I call you that? – Of course – for 16 of the 23 major powers in these galaxies, if I had known what she was, my interrogation of her without cause and without defiance sent would have been a crime.”
"They are...that protected."
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