"Tavros?" The name was offered like a puzzle piece, filling in another blank. "The one constantly horrified. I've noticed he seems more mild than many of the others. The ones of, ah, 'lowblooded' social standing seem to be more capable of compassion. Feferi being the exception." Eddie's fingers slid along his cool glass, staring into it for a moment. Eridan had mentioned that his previous moirail was odd like that, a rebel against her culture. Eddie, however, saw no need to headline such a detail. There were too many crucial tangents, and explaining his relation to Eridan wouldn't be the first thing on his list of conversational topics.

"I find the adherence to their blood hierarchy, as you've mentioned, perhaps the strangest thing. Most are bound in human bodies, after all." Even if their blood did remain the same, as with Eridan. "It almost seems silly to promote a system that's ignored by everyone else."

Eddie chose that moment to lean a touch closer, his voice growing a tone more conspiratorial.

"I think it's an obvious weakness."