Henan burst into laughter. The laughing sounds like iron nails, screeching against steel, an alien and unpleasant cacophony. When he had finished, he stared her down. “Makuta? Do you not get it? This is suicide. He sends, not qualified people, but, a half blind soldier,a carver with little to no sense of socialness, a drunk, a leaf-lover,and a firespitter. I see not a single reason, why we, people who are less prepared than anyone else on the island, should ever even bother with this. This is not about some morals, its about life and death, and certainly, throwing ourselves to the hunters, like we have done, will amount to anything!” He said, narrowing his eyes. “And you, Cheshie, should know that our situation, is nothing but hopelessness. And besides, why should you care?! It would be better if I was gone… Makuta is wrong, there’s nothing of value from me. Let. Me. Go.” (@TheMOCingbird )