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Skye felt himself being strapped into the interrogation chair, but he couldn’t seem to bring himself to care. Nothing really matters, he thought, nothing really matters to me. My son is dead.
It had been weeks since he received word of Bear’s death, but the wounds were just as fresh today as they were the day their entire world had turned upside-down.
Ha, he thought, their world.
It was a monumental conceit. This was not their world. It never had been. They were the interlopers here. They had chosen to remain blind to the evidence all around them than to face the fact that the society they thought extinct had been anything but. Years of studying the chronicles of these humans; Years of trying to understand their culture. They were a society of extremes. Love, hate, music, art – each disparate part demanded an emotional response. Tales of great wars, great loves and the all-to-common nation-state oppressing those they deemed ‘inferior,’ or simply different.
Was it any wonder that the humans would seek vengeance against Skye and his people? After all, they had unwittingly brought an ice age to the human’s world, displacing millions, perhaps billions of people, all because of a delicate balance. It was a balance of wind and water. Skye closed his eyes, imagining he could comprehend millions and billions of deaths. The planet was so polluted, so violated; surely no species could prosper in such an inhospitable world?
Well, maybe not humans… They were such fragile creatures. The People, thought Skye as he approximated a human smile, The People were made from more robust… The thought died as Sky contemplated the origin myths of The People. Humans had their own myths. Myths that defied logic; Myths that contradicted themselves; Myths that they protected at any cost.
Skye was grateful for one thing:
The humans had destroyed their Heaven. This world would not share the fate of their home world. His lifelong quest was at an end, but at such a terrible cost… Skye had a hard time contemplating millions and billions of human deaths, but Heaven? The humans were but children compared to The People. Their notions of the afterlife were so… pedestrian. There were more souls living their lives in Skye’s Heaven than had ever populated this rock tumbling around a pale main sequence star.