"As you wish, Sir Aoni, being hybrids, the individual values of our bloodlines are what separate our race from its other members, with those having more even percentages being higher up in the caste system, and those who are more lopsided, such as myself, falling into the lower rankings."
"Ideally, our inevitable goal is to equalize them out, resulting in 25% for each of the four lines, once that occurs, the four will merge into the true Varnithm bloodline, making us whole, as the upper class has done," Famitil stated after hesitating to call Aoni by his name.
"And it is only once our lines merge that we are accepted as true Varnithm. Although I can't quite remember the specific's I do have memories of happiness upon finding out my Tundra Elf Blood had reached such a high numerical value."
'High…bro it's only 3%! How diluted is that bloodline to cause such joy in your mind…' Flicking his eyes away from Famitil, Aoni checked the values again and chewed on his bottom lip.
