Does he think… does he really think I don’t hear them? He hears them. He tells me about hearing them, going on about it. Hours of tales of his poor, oppressed people. I hear them screaming all the time, damn it.
Maybe he thinks I learned to tune them out. Even if I could learn such a thing (and I wouldn’t know where to begin), I wouldn’t. They’re still my people. Knives can call me a traitor all he wants. Sometimes they whisper “betrayer” when I come to close. Most of them, I think, understand what I’m doing. Not all agree with Knives.
If the humans would just treat them better, they’d get along. I’m sure of it. This can work. This can work. It has to. There are some good humans. I can get through to them, make them understand. Make them see.
How can they not see? How can you walk up to a plant and look inside and not see a living, breathing, thinking being?
Why are these humans so… I don’t want to say stupid. Stupid sounds hopeless. Stupid is what Knives would say. Why are they so blind? Better word, because blind people can learn to see.
Just make them see… Sounds simple. And it will be simple, as soon as I understand the humans. If I just keep wandering… if I just keep meeting people, talking to people, helping people… then eventually I’ll understand them. Then I can explain it so they’ll understand.
