The Don listened to Chenzo intently. It was as if his instincts screamed at him inside. He suppressed them. Intently watching the vial, Harabero wondered if it was simply some drink of sort, or something other. However, he quickly dismissed any thoughts that could lead his focus away. To do so would waste time, which there would be no reason to. After Chenzo finished speaking, Alejandro knew it was his turn.
You know your history well. Yes, the spirits did indeed allow us to survive. Yet, that is the most puzzling and distressing part of this all. Why?
Why did they allow us to survive, when we were vulnerable? Did they not know we were there? Did they not have a choice? Speculation only brings me to the most relevant; would they still do the same if they saw us now?
He remembered to keep his cool and stray away from tangents.
No matter. There is one thing you must understand about Toledo. The Nomads could not have done it if the Core did not weaken those disillusioned "agents". Likewise, did the Gallic's not do the same at Leeds? That system is now a wasteland. The power of the Nomads has now been spread and blessed across Sirius, with the greatest upon us. We are their heirs, and they have become old, grasping for life to cling upon.
Malta is sacred, not the spirits, Not anymore. remember that, this is our home, and that takes the greatest priority.
Harabero took a dose of Cardamine. Instantly he felt better, and was ready to continue on.
The civil war was beyond my time in the Starfleet. Even before my time as Don. The Harabero cartel rose during more recent years, after a large inheritance and alliance with another. I would not be the foremost authority on that unfortunate event.
Alejandro relaxed, finishing his talk.
Now it is your turn to release your thoughts, Senor.
