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“It is harder to wonder than to know,” said Tiava.

He replied in a soft voice, “ Perhaps, it is best not to know all that the past holds, or what lies to the north of this sheltered place. If you knew what was there, it would shatter you. It would shatter you to the very depths of your soul. It is horror, it is a terror that no one would have wished to have happen, yet it did and we are all to blame for the results of the generations of greed. It is good you do not remember because it is hard to go on with the knowledge of our human stupidity that has not the capacity to learn a better way in which all that live can coexist without one being the master and the other the slave.” At that, he grew silent, lost in his thoughts, the regrets of his life written plainly on his face, a mask of sadness. Tiava left in silence, looking back once to see him, still lost in his memories.