“And have any of them assisted people? Saved people?” Damian inquired. Victor noticed that he had the alien’s complete attention and had obviously struck a nerve. A young woman had appeared and quietly slid a tray onto the table with several glasses, a pitcher and a box on it. Damian never looked at her and she didn’t wait for him to say anything. She bowed and took two steps back, then turned and left as quickly as she had arrived.
“What do you mean?” Victor refocused on Damian.
“While we do not ascribe sentience to our dice officially, they are self aware and thus aware of others on a deeper level than a mere animal.” Damian clasped his hands beneath his chin and spoke seriously. “The majority of them will not harm a creature that speaks to them ia language they have heard or is not seeking to harm them.”