"That is the nature of humanity, I've found. There are those who are different, of course. Those who care and who can be taught. But as a whole, they - don't seem to understand. They carry a great sense of entitlement about the land. But...I didn't agree. I didn't agree when the Overseer and the other Gardeners began to get more aggressive with their tactics. Making the place inhospitable in retaliation for cutting down the trees seemed like the right thing to do. Reward them when they worked with the planet. That's what I proposed. But - I was outnumbered. And threatened with erasure."
Feldspar falls silent, their expression soft and solemn. It’s not often they let themself get this way, but they’re humbled by what Sym is sharing with them.
“So what happened?” they ask gently. “Is that…why you’re here? To escape the erasure?”
"No," he says and there's a bit of relief in his tone. "No, they made a deal with the humans. If the humans don't hold their side of it, there isn't much more I can do. That's why I'm here. To save humans and - perhaps escape erasure."
“That’s a lot of pressure,” they say sympathetically. They’re sincere too, recognizing how much Sym must have on his computer-generated shoulders. They understand that kind of pressure, even if their own experiences were never life or death or really even significant.
They take one more glance at the file with their name on it - and just how did they manage to get Hearthian script here - before turning back to the screen and kicking up their legs. As long as Sym doesn’t draw attention to it they won’t ask.
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“So what happened?” they ask gently. “Is that…why you’re here? To escape the erasure?”
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