Caine stares back at Whiskey, dumbfounded for a second. It was true that the relationship between splices and humans hadn't always been so smooth, that history had seen rebellion and unrest before.

"But isn't it easier to just know what you're supposed to do and where you belong? Without having to fight for a position?" Caine had had to fight for his position, truthfully, but he'd been a runt. That had been expected. He couldn't imagine why anyone would put themselves through that voluntarily.