[SE] ignis aurum probat

Humming his agreement, Fox doesn't want to add that predatory shifts don't turn you to stone if you ignore them, and so he wisely keeps the comment locked behind his teeth. It probably wouldn't lead their conversation anywhere positive anyway. "Mm? Oh - yes. Larger creatures stave it off for longer, I find. But I've not met any other Ancients to really confirm or deny it." Smiling sheepishly, he wonders if he'd be considered typical of his species or if he's some kind of anomaly. Trailing a hand along one of the tunnel walls, he almost doesn't realise that he's said his last comment out loud until Deimos responds to it, and Fox huffs out an awkward sort of laugh. "Poverty," he confesses. "Back behind the barrier when mutated plants and animals made farming practically impossible... I was just tired of being cold and hungry," he says. "Being an Ascended meant I didn't need to eat or sleep or feel pain. Seemed like a sweet gig at the time." fox