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[aetherweaver]

[There's a vaguely British-sounding voice emitting from the journals, and those who recognize Nara'a will note it's not his usual calm tone.]

Would anyone, anyone like to explain what in the hells just happened? 'Oh, the town or the spaceship or the book closing sound?' All of it.

[He takes a breath, lets it out.]

Right. Everyone back here? All appendages accounted for?

Comments

[aetherweaver]

You don't consider yourself mortal?

[curzed]

I am not. It is a fact, not a belief.

One may counsel another to choose the greater numbers over the lesser, and strike to spare the former as much as possible, but one cannot force them to change their own hearts. I will always choose the innocent civilian over the alien invader.

[aetherweaver]

... I would do the same. But that does not mean I would not grieve for the others, despite everything.

[curzed]

No, nor did I imply it should, so we are in agreement.