"I'm telling you, Natomi! Those highbloods are no good!" The young troll said with a huff, his head resting in his palm. The female troll bandaging his arm merely gave a disinterested hum in response. She was lost in her own thoughts at the moment, and was too busy with her own mind to give her moirail any attention. He should be used to it by now.
Natomi's moirail was known to be... Well... Weak. The little troll just wanted to fight, hoping that one day he might actually defeat a highblood. And, while she never told him, Natomi knew it was something that would never happen. He was hopeless. Yet, no matter how many other trolls told him this, he would still go out and fight wild beasts for practice. And every time he did he would come to her in the same condition: Fucked up. And every single time she would fix him, offering comforting words sometimes. But most were empty, and she hoped he didnt notice.
But he did. He knew she didn't care, but he hoped it was just because she had grown used to doing this. It wasn't until they were about to start their session in SGRUB that he actually thought about it. He had always thought that she was different from the other trolls. He thought she believed in him. But now he feels he's figured it out. He opened Trollian and sent a single message:
"You never believed in me."
He thought he could trust midbloods. He was terribly mistaken.