in tenebris est veritas.
The brief quiet that follows is like a shaking head, though Chaele’s body is busy with the motions of her leisurely swim. Though she moves much more slowly than Hadama, already her words contain pauses as she spits out seawater or catches her breath.
“Populations fluctuate, and their effects cascade to others,” she agrees firstly, though the details of the ecosystem he describes are mostly novel to her terrestrial experience. “Predators and prey oscillate over the generations as they adapt to each other.
“Some people remain a part of this natural cycle. But many have removed themselves from it. Seasons of recovery cannot be compared to the intended permanence of cities that hoard resources and accumulate filth. People oppose death, pursue longevity, claim the riches of the land… every year they become more capable of widespread destruction, or cancerous growth.”
“Populations fluctuate, and their effects cascade to others,” she agrees firstly, though the details of the ecosystem he describes are mostly novel to her terrestrial experience. “Predators and prey oscillate over the generations as they adapt to each other.
“Some people remain a part of this natural cycle. But many have removed themselves from it. Seasons of recovery cannot be compared to the intended permanence of cities that hoard resources and accumulate filth. People oppose death, pursue longevity, claim the riches of the land… every year they become more capable of widespread destruction, or cancerous growth.”
