Dawn broke, and all things began to stir.
Waking from his slumber, Kolon touched the golden box, taking comfort in its cold heaviness. He looked around, and as before, aside from the resting crowd, there were no signs of other life.
Perhaps because it was the first time he had taken the life of one of his own kind, his dreams last night were none too pleasant. A dead man had emerged, questioning whether he felt any remorse, but he simply sent the man off with another cut of his blade.
What's done is done, what was there to regret? The indifferent attitudes of the others had already proven who was right and who was wrong. Now, rather than dwelling on the past, it was more urgent to secure more food.
"It's a good thing we still have plants. If there was truly nothing, we might have escaped the flood only to starve to death here."
