[ There's no telling what tales and fables exist on Paradis, but let's say Levi is familiar with some version of a concept of dwarves. It's probably more like the sort that runs off with little kids' socks than what Randvi is thinking of, though. ]
[ He frowns, trying to make sense of the comparison. ]
I did, yes. Doubt it was much like dwarves, though. More crime and pollution.
[ Part of him wants to express his surprise at Randvi's own revelation. Twenty-four feels like so young in some ways. That's not actually young for marriage though, is it? Regular soldiers joined the Corps as young as fifteen, and he's sure plenty of them got married at eighteen, nineteen, twenty, if they lived that long. It was just never something that he thought of in regards to himself. He's in his mid-thirties now and he still hasn't thought of it. So maybe he's the odd one out, here. ]
...Did you find a good person?
[ That's why people usually married, right? That or status. ]
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[ He frowns, trying to make sense of the comparison. ]
I did, yes. Doubt it was much like dwarves, though. More crime and pollution.
[ Part of him wants to express his surprise at Randvi's own revelation. Twenty-four feels like so young in some ways. That's not actually young for marriage though, is it? Regular soldiers joined the Corps as young as fifteen, and he's sure plenty of them got married at eighteen, nineteen, twenty, if they lived that long. It was just never something that he thought of in regards to himself. He's in his mid-thirties now and he still hasn't thought of it. So maybe he's the odd one out, here. ]
...Did you find a good person?
[ That's why people usually married, right? That or status. ]