"...Yeah." 

"You sound more troubled than I was expecting." 

"I mean I did sorta literally have to kidnap them to the North Pole. On extremely short notice. When they have zero reason to trust anyone who isn't one of them." 

"...Okay, fair. Still, way better than the alternative, and it's not like the alternative was your fault." 

"Okay, so, like, I am not surprised that an alt of my sister-and-by-extension-me would have noticed that it is wrong to murder people even if you think they're gross, but given how serious an issue pollution seems to be here I'm surprised there hasn't been any flinching." 

"'Seems to be here'?"

"The aliens have magic that can trivially cure diseases and clean things and don't have records of a time when they didn't; they don't seem to have needed to evolve a pollution instinct. Not that that information is for general consumption." 

"Yeah, that'd probably be bad if you want people to hand over their reds instead'a murdering 'em all, if Orvara's thing takes off." 

"Relevant as this digression may be, you're not answering my question." 

"--Do you have some way of enforcing privacy--"

"I've been lowkey damping the sounds of all our voices past a certain distance so nobody would overhear the 'hyposensitive aliens' bit." 

"Well, that's good, but can you be a little more thorough?" 

"If you like." 

A column of opaque gray springs up around them; from the outside, nothing within is perceivable; from the outside, a fuzzy veil denotes the barrier. 

"That should be sufficiently thorough." 

Nod. Deep breath. 

"So when Dad was young his mom witnessed a corrupt blue doing something criminal--like 'serious problem' criminal, not just like 'blues get to bend the law sometimes because they are blue' criminal. So, uh, he had her killed, and Granddad and Aunt Ruta along with her, and Dad barely escaped, and he sorta ended up hiding with this internet friend who turned out to be red because who would ever look in the red district." 

"Oh." 

"Eventually Dad managed to enlist Mom's help and together the three of them--Mom, Dad and Agde--managed to hatch a plan that got him caught and Dad doesn't tell people where he was hiding during that time but that's where. I'm not--we're not crazy pollution-doesn't-real greens, but, like, we grew up talking to Agde on the internet, we never visited her in person until we were old enough that Mom and Dad weren't going to get arrested for child abuse or negligence or what have you if we got caught sneaking in, and being in there wasn't fun but it was important, okay, reds are--the hardware isn't clean but the software is the same--" 

"Our mom--our parents' genders seem to have been swapped it's weird--she never had any siblings, our species wants babies less, but her parents got murdered by this asshole who wanted to force her to learn magic and use it for his purposes because doing magic has unpleasant side effects and he figured he would get less of 'em using magic to keep a passel of 'apprentices' in line than doing his own fucking magic, anyway she and Dad managed to bring him down eventually but--were you named after your dead grandmother too--" 

"Yeah." 

"So fucking weird." 

"Extremely."