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[biteoffherhead]

[So, Moro's calmed down significantly since the arrival of the Kin'Corans. There was a bit of tension at first, with the arrival of new Lucetians, but she soon recognized their arrival pattern and left them be.

As their arrivals slowed down, Moro began to interact again. Namely, by dragging fallen wood from deep in the forest and leaving it by the village edge - something that she's done before. She's also bringing out branches of trees that have acorns and seeds still growing on them - hint hint, so to speak. She's got several other small things, such as various wild fruits and a few plants she recognized as edible thanks to San's diet before.

Moro herself will be approachable, not snarling or growling at all, and almost (aaaalmost) looking apologetic for her extreme behavior. Almost.]

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[tsuntrader]

You have a purpose. I have a purpose. Just about everyone does.

But those purposes don't exist here. There's no point.

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[biteoffherhead]

No point.

[She scoffs at first, looking revolted as usual. So there was no point to her protecting this little pathetic forest? Perhaps there's an element of truth to it - she was born to protect the Forest Spirit's land, not this one. To protect the Forest Spirit from the reaches of man, and there was no such purpose here.

But there was no purpose like that at home, any longer. The forest would die. The Forest Spirit would die.]

[biteoffherhead]

[...but at that moment, it occurs to her.]

...You are right.

[tsuntrader]

[And another thing-

...Wait-] What?

[biteoffherhead]

There is no point to me, any longer. The forest was doomed, I was too weak to protect it, and the Forest Spirit must have known that. That is why he let me rest forever.

There is no point to me being here. I should be dead.

[tsuntrader]

[...Moro that's not what he-] That's very black and white of you.

[biteoffherhead]

It is true! It must be. When the Malnosso dragged me away from my final rest, they did not give me any purpose. They could not give me any purpose.

It was pointless. My existence here is pointless. I should still be dead, as it was meant to be.

[tsuntrader]

[...Moro, that's not what he... That's not...

...He keeps quiet. He's at a total loss for words.]

[biteoffherhead]

You are silent because that truth startles you? But it doesn't mean a thing to you. Humans have no purpose.

[tsuntrader]

[Humans have no purpose. That's laughable.]

I wish that was true. [He can't accept Moro's logic. He won't.]

[biteoffherhead]

Humans are not gods. Do not be so arrogant.

[POT. MEET. KETTLE.]

[tsuntrader]

But we're not purposeless. If we didn't have a purpose, we wouldn't exist.

[biteoffherhead]

Your purpose is to live, as the Forest Spirit intended. Your purpose is to die, when the Forest Spirit wishes it.

I have that purpose. But I have purpose beyond that, and beyond what you humans have. What mere animals, and even the meek spirits have. I exist as an extension of the Forest Spirit's will, and I fight to protect him.

Without him, my life is pointless. I am but a mere beast.

[tsuntrader]

You're contradicting yourself.

[biteoffherhead]

I'm what?

[tsuntrader]

You just said it yourself. You have a purpose, and that purpose is to live.

Can't you just do that? Believe in that? That you can just live?

[biteoffherhead]

You have that purpose. Because the Forest Spirit had nothing larger in mind for you. I can believe in that.

[tsuntrader]

I wish that was true. [That would be so nice. He's trying to do that in Luceti, but...]

[biteoffherhead]

You humans have delusions of grandeur. It simply comes from you being too smart for your own good. You think you can compete with and compare to gods.

Though it pains me to admit as much, you humans have learned to compete. With no born purpose, you all struggle to find something to do with yourselves. You fight for glory and recognition, be it from the gods, other humans, or yourselves. You all make yourselves out to be more important than anything else in this world - even that which you deem more important than a human life is something that does not threaten your pitiful species. With this attitude, you have given yourselves strength, and you cull nature, with reckless abandon and selfish intent.

There will come a day where you humans will find no further use of me. And that will be the day that you kill me.

[tsuntrader]

[Alright, about half of that is true. Another chunk of it is true for specific people. But that's not entirely accurate.

...But that doesn't matter. That last part is the important.]

There's no way that's gonna happen.

[biteoffherhead]

It will. And even you could play a hand in it.

[tsuntrader]

Stop it.

[That is likely the first and last time he will try to tell a god what to do, but he just can't handle hearing that. It's not true. It's not true and the thought of it makes his stomach churn. The distress is obviously written all over his face, but he desperately tries to conceal it with some sort of annoyed or angry disposition.]

[biteoffherhead]

Does that upset you? Knowing that you could change your mind, someday, and kill me?

It does not upset me. If you did it, it would seem fine to me.

[tsuntrader]

Stop it. [He clenches his fists and starts to tense up. Stop it, Moro. Stop it. Stop it stop it stop it-]

[biteoffherhead]

[Does it hurt, Silver? Is it painful when she looks at you fondly, and speaks with a quiet, gentle, nigh on motherly tone?]

Be wary, then, when you deal the death blow: even cut off, a wolf's head will still bite.