He ignored the comment. It was perfectly normal for him to lapse into long periods of stillness and quiet when words were unnecessary.
But eventually, he responded. "Little of it." Or it seemed to be. Gnarled and bare, and neither life nor death could be felt from any of it.
"The war they fought has left the atmosphere thick with dust. This place was warmer, once. Life here was not prepared for the sudden shift. The plants are dead and the soil stripped along with them." It was the skeleton of a world.
"This happened to worlds heavily bombarded in the last war, and it will happen again. With the Dark Council as it stands, the next war will come soon."
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But eventually, he responded. "Little of it." Or it seemed to be. Gnarled and bare, and neither life nor death could be felt from any of it.
"The war they fought has left the atmosphere thick with dust. This place was warmer, once. Life here was not prepared for the sudden shift. The plants are dead and the soil stripped along with them." It was the skeleton of a world.
"This happened to worlds heavily bombarded in the last war, and it will happen again. With the Dark Council as it stands, the next war will come soon."