- If you are telling the truth, then you are even more naive than we are. Ikazkan will never be the same again, regardless of whether people leave, stay, or bring more of their kind. You can't put the meat back into the minced meat, and you can't turn the patties back into meat. But don't blame yourself and your brethren too much, human. Perhaps, if it weren't for this conservative metal contraption, things might have been a little different.
Having uttered this string of strange phrases, the elm in armor walks away.
"I don't want to go to the dormitory, I've already seen the fruits, I'm not a healer or a gatherer, these three will hang me, this is taken (probably), this one left, and here again, not a gatherer. How useless I am: I can't fight with a hammer or chop wood, even though I really want to go down to the pit with the bugs."
He goes to Trans.