Why do we let them grieve?
Let them learn, Gori. Pain is a cure to rescue the sinful souls.
And who are we to play gods?
We are in control of the storms, the rain, the sun, the moon. The strength we hold gives us a license to kill or to forgive.
We restrain humanity with the fear from the uncertain, let them be blind from the visions of the truth and deaf from the voices of certainty.
We are losing a prominence, we raise with fear, violence, blood, and deception.
Misleading should always be a survival sword on the throat of existence.
Thelma, did you ever wonder why we are a minority in every forgotten corner?
Yes, Gori...
Empathy with humans destroys us. They are a wicked species, eaters of the white dragons.
So, darling, we should stay far from them, I will cover the children with a blanket made from the sun rays to keep them away from any threat.
We should let them grieve, we must seek shelter.