[No one's ever asked politely about this shit before. All he's heard is jokes or prodding academic questions with associated psychoanalysis that doesn't even apply to his species. It's... well, it's nice.]

On my planet we're chosen by our guardians. Mine was Crabdad. Shouldn't have even chosen me, he should've left me to get eaten. I'd say it was the complicated destiny shit but I don't think lusii know about complicated destiny shit. Maybe they do. Did.

[He doesn't like to think about what happened to all the lusii. It makes him frown before he can help it, and not the usual scowl.]

You're not human, are you? Shit, that's probably rude.