Chapter 133

“People would steal it, if they knew where it was,” I told him, counting the bills in my memory with pride. “I locked my door every day, but that wouldn’t stop most of the people that would want to come in here and take it.”

Damien and his brothers did not understand. Men on their world were honorable. The few men that would steal were identified and kept far from the villages by the administrators. They had never had something like a door lock and they found my use of one odd.

“People aren’t always honorable,” I tried to explain, but the men still didn’t understand.

I failed miserably trying to describe how humans could be. There was no administrator here that could remove thieves from society. Some humans were honest and some weren’t; it was a choice.

“It has value?” Master Bane asked taking the stack from me and examining it.

This looked like nothing to them and they didn’t understand how it was important. In my memories they saw what I could do with