So being a servant to us, is a privilege, and the only privilege you can get other than death."
Dave's response was immediate and scathing. "That's ao stupid," he said, letting out a deep, frustrated sigh. He shook his head, his eyes rolling in exasperation. "From what I know, the world will soon perish, yet, you guys think it's a blessing from the gods." He turned around, his right arm resting on his hip, as he let out another sharp sigh.
"The gods are up there watching, but they can't do anything to stop this calamity that is slowly destroying our world," Dave said, his voice heavy with annoyance. "Yet, you guys keep on thinking you're doing the right thing? That you're balancing the world? A perished world?" His words dripped with sarcasm, and the men's expressions faltered, their minds struggling to understand what Dave was talking about.
