in tenebris est veritas.
Chaele is less diplomatic than Darkeye, their passions seething behind clenched teeth. “You have already made it clear that you will do what you please, no matter what I say about it. I find it strange that you would honor the dead before the living, if only because those that live here do not have divine flesh.”
They lace their fingers together, tense knuckles pinched against the instinct to lash out. Then they indulge in a deep breath: an attempt to find calm. “I am not cruel. I intend to build these waystations to help teach those who desire to learn. Cruel is the person who thinks they deserve to cut trees and destroy wild homes in the name of their own backwards lifestyles, their own petty comforts. How would your people have felt, if their underground homes were invaded by those who would replace them?”
They lace their fingers together, tense knuckles pinched against the instinct to lash out. Then they indulge in a deep breath: an attempt to find calm. “I am not cruel. I intend to build these waystations to help teach those who desire to learn. Cruel is the person who thinks they deserve to cut trees and destroy wild homes in the name of their own backwards lifestyles, their own petty comforts. How would your people have felt, if their underground homes were invaded by those who would replace them?”
