Joste was waiting in front of his desk when two guards brought the just-captured human into his office. He found it hard to look at the man without becoming physically ill, and wondered briefly how the guards could tolerate touching him. Well, that was their job; his was to question the man, and he found himself hoping the foul thing would resist, give him an excuse to use force.It wasn't because the other was human, or because he was an enemy--Joste had questioned prisoners before without having had the slightest desire to use physical persuasion--and the man looked no more repulsive than any other human. Granted, he was dirty and his battle dress was torn, but that was to be expected from someone who had been in combat. And,though he was bound, the man held himself proudly.
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Joste was waiting in front of his desk when two guards brought the just-captured human into his office. He found it hard to look at the man without becoming physically ill, and wondered briefly how the guards could tolerate touching him. Well, that was their job; his was to question the man, and he found himself hoping the foul thing would resist, give him an excuse to use force.It wasn't because the other was human, or because he was an enemy--Joste had questioned prisoners before without having had the slightest desire to use physical persuasion--and the man looked no more repulsive than any other human. Granted, he was dirty and his battle dress was torn, but that was to be expected from someone who had been in combat. And,though he was bound, the man held himself proudly.