—It’s true, guys. —Dor gets to his feet, brushing cave dust off his cloak and struggling to focus his gaze, clouded by despair. —We bring only trouble and destruction, and when all this is left behind, what then? We find ourselves alone, talking to our own shadow, or our reflection in a bottle of alcohol. So, listen to your parents, study hard, and don’t eat cheese from strangers.
- He’s a human. - the third one explains. - That’s all there is to it.
- Buddy! - the first one shouts. - Even when doomed to mine ore every day, our comrades didn’t whine as much as you do now. Aren’t you ashamed?
- Ahahaha! - all five of them laugh.
Let’s go to D5 (I’ll disable the traps in D6), I’m in stealth.
Dorian feels that it repels everyone who belongs to the human race.
- ... - But it didn’t work on the Gigasord.