“Maybe you should get your own place instead of mooching off of them.” He huffs. “I would love to, but no one wants to rent to a praxiian. I can’t afford a homestead of my own—they’re charging a fortune for non-humans to keep outsiders away—and I don’t have those kinds of credits. I wanted to stay with my brother when he settled here with Chelsea, so I’m stuck on his couch for a while longer.” I know what it’s like to be treated like a lesser creature by those around you, and I hate that I feel a twinge of pity for him. “Praxiians not popular here, huh?” “Heh. No. Not popular at all.
