log: hannah and ren
Without a mission to go and retrieve food, Ren was relegated to the other mission, a perhaps more straightforward, and yet also more uncertain one, of simply being whatever Hannah needed to have to lean on during the time. He nodded, his brow serious as Hannah filled in pieces of information on a topic he'd had no idea she was so knowledgeable about. The look of the different AIs were all over the place but the boy at the front - he was human looking, if broken, and Ren wondered, perhaps with an increasing anger, how aware he was of what he was being put through.
Ren had grown up in a magical community, and he'd made his share of small animal sacrifices for this or for that spell, and he'd hated most of them with every inch of his body. His Uncle had managed to get that, eventually, although not before Ren had nightmare material to last him into his early twenties, and he'd never completely be rid of the feel of a bunnies neck snapping under his fingers, the life going out, and he'd cried himself to sleep that night. Thankfully most magic hadn't required that, and he had been able to progress without most of those things, but here in this space he was reminded of it yet again. Even if the feel was different.
These weren't life forms in a sentient human sense, they weren't even animals, but the disregard still bothered him, and perhaps even more than what the AIs were being put through might bother him, the responses from the crowd did. Hannah's words didn't help.
"You mean, he may understand some of what the crowd is yelling to him? In a -" he didn't know how to really say that. Obviously in an intellectual definition sense he would know, like Data on Star Trek, but maybe in an emotional sense too. "This is terrible. What do they get out of it?"