kaimana
they say we are what we are, but we don't have to be
This is very quickly venturing into philosophical discussions that Oia would be far better suited to, but you will do your best. "Well... I guess I'm not sayin' it should be allowed. There's medical in'erventions for a reason. But the bacteria isn' tryin to kill people. It's not malicious. It's just tryin' to fulfil its biological imperatives, same as anythin' else. Same way it's the biological imperative of whatever it infected to try an' return itself to health." You shrug, because while you certainly would be rather saddened to see someone die of bacterial infection, you can't help but be a little impressed with the ability of the organisms to endlessly adapt and change.
The Oliver's question makes you turn back to him, all distress gone in an instant as you once again shrug. "I dunno! I don' remember where I'm from, or what life was like, 'cept that I'm pretty sure I grew up with a lotta water an' Oia was always there. After we finish observin' the Hollowed Grounds Dama will prolly restore our memories." Tilting your head, you clench your hands, giggling a little at the sensation as the playful mud swaps between your arms. "Whaddabout you?"
The Oliver's question makes you turn back to him, all distress gone in an instant as you once again shrug. "I dunno! I don' remember where I'm from, or what life was like, 'cept that I'm pretty sure I grew up with a lotta water an' Oia was always there. After we finish observin' the Hollowed Grounds Dama will prolly restore our memories." Tilting your head, you clench your hands, giggling a little at the sensation as the playful mud swaps between your arms. "Whaddabout you?"
