Michael began to learn more about the Mining Estate's situation. It was more or less the same as with what the Shadow Orcs reported to him.
But what he didn't know was that the inhabitants of this Mining Estate knew exactly why they were riddled with disease. They knew exactly what caused the 'curse'.
"Those rocks… They are a dangerous thing," Hopper said.
Michael frowned. "If you know, then why do you stay? If you know that the Uranium ore is killing you, why inhabit a place that has tons of them?"
Hopper laughed. "It's not so easy, young man."
"Is it a matter of where?" Michael asked, lightly hinting about the Nation of Reborn. "There are better places. Places where you don't have to offer up most of your mining ores to another company. Places where you don't have to live in a place that is actively killing you."
And for a moment, the old man's eyes glazed with hope. It's as if he had those thoughts, long ago, when he was but a child.
