text; un: sai

[daimeinashi]

[Sai hasn't entirely worked out how to use this whole magic jewelry network thing yet, but the thought-typing is relatively straightforward enough. So:]

is it truly wise to be rescuing the qorral ?
should a significant number of them perish, it will be far easier to complete our secondary mission of stopping the mining efforts

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[daimeinashi]

[Unfortunately, Sai's morality is entirely too lacking to be outraged by such a thing, or to really feel anything in particular about it. He himself was collected as a war orphan and made into who he is, after all. So instead, there is only a simple question:]

for what purpose?

[scarredhorns]

From what I understand, it's because humans see us as a threat to their existence. Apparently, when we touch a human male with our other hands, we infect him with a virus that causes all children sired by him to be born Diclonii.

[However, Lucy didn't know of this until she was captured and taken to the Diclonius Research Institute.]

I doubt that would still work here, though. If ALASTAIR's goal is to maintain the Timeline, then they probably have something that prevents the virus from infecting the men in the crew.

[While she's never really taken any serious interest in multiplying her species, she still has to wonder... How strange would it be if she was able to make Diclonii appear in other worlds? Based on her own experience, she can only assume they would be just as feared and mistreated as they were in her world.]

[daimeinashi]

your "other hands"?

[He's not really sure what that means, but. He can also understand why these people would want to eliminate them. Protecting your own species falls into a similar category for Sai as "protecting the village". And as is probably obvious from this post, he doesn't really have any broad moral compunctions about the lives of those irrelevant to him.]

it would seem a more efficient option to eradicate the virus than attempt to isolate all of you, however

[scarredhorns]

It's a power that we have, something that most humans can't see.

[Being vague on purpose. Giving away all the details on how her powers worked would be the same as making herself vulnerable.]

Even if there was a cure, I doubt the humans would start welcoming us with open arms. They are the ones who refuse to look for ways to coexist. [That was her opinion.

Unknown to Lucy, however, there were some people researching a possible cure for the virus. Another unknown fact was that the director of the research institute, Kakuzawa, actually wanted to do the opposite of stopping the Diclonii threat; he wanted them to flourish.]

[daimeinashi]

[he respects that tbh, he keeps his powers p. need to know too.]

but it would be preferable to lifelong imprisonment, perhaps
either way, why do you remain among humans, then?
are you unable to reproduce without them?

[scarredhorns]

I don't really care for the propagation of my kind. I only look out for myself.

[She did come close to killing Nana, and she was partly responsible for Mariko's death. Then when she escaped from the institute, she didn't even consider rescuing the other Diclonii.]

[daimeinashi]

ah, i had meant your species in general, actually

[scarredhorns]

We are a new species, apparently, so I only know what I've heard from the workers at the research institute. They said I'm the only one who would be able to bear Diclonii children, who would also be able to reproduce. The ones born from infected human males, however, are sterile and can only create more Diclonii by spreading the virus.

[daimeinashi]

i see, that makes sense
both of your species wish to preserve themselves, then
strife is perhaps inevitable in such a situation

[scarredhorns]

As I said, I don't care much for the continued existence of my species. I just want to return home so I can do the things I must.

[She won't admit it so easily, but her true goal is to return home so she can continue to protect Kouta and Maple House, the home she always sought after.]

[daimeinashi]

the same is true for me
good luck in your endeavors, then, diclonius-san

[scarredhorns]

Until next time, sai.

[They were in the same boat, so sooner or later they were likely to meet again, whether in-person or through the jewelry.]