"Wh-" begins Thorne. "You can't sell a freeborn galactic citizen's tissues! You don't own them, she's not some Jackson's Whole construct."
"He can sell her contract," says Ryoval. "Which is what we were discussing. Privately."
"And what difference does that make, if you're talking to him about her tissue samples - it's totally illegal!"
"I suppose you're Betan," says Ryoval. "That explains it - illegal is whatever the planet you are on chooses to call so and is able to enforce. I don't see any Betan enforcers here to share their morality with us, do you, Fell?"
"So," snaps Thorne, when Fell's only reaction is an amused twitch, "it'd be legal if I drew a weapon and blew your head off, would it?"
(The bodyguard does not seem to like this suggestion.)
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"He can sell her contract," says Ryoval. "Which is what we were discussing. Privately."
"And what difference does that make, if you're talking to him about her tissue samples - it's totally illegal!"
"I suppose you're Betan," says Ryoval. "That explains it - illegal is whatever the planet you are on chooses to call so and is able to enforce. I don't see any Betan enforcers here to share their morality with us, do you, Fell?"
"So," snaps Thorne, when Fell's only reaction is an amused twitch, "it'd be legal if I drew a weapon and blew your head off, would it?"
(The bodyguard does not seem to like this suggestion.)