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Who: Molotov, Simba, whoever
Where: Riverside
When: Day 147, early morning
What: morning in the life

[Two baby Hydras are wandering along the banks of the river today, and one of them is picking at bits of plantlife he comes across. Right now he has a particularly spiky, mean-looking thing.]

...I don't know, it's tougher, but I bet it wouldn't last long in the sink.

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Trust and politeness still has nothing to do with each other, though. You talk and smile like everything will be alright, but how could anyone believe that? Especially after what you just told me.

... Because I believe things can be all right-- but only if everybody makes an effort for it to be.

Then why does everyone keep warning us that it won't be? No one will let themselves get killed for some strangers sake.

Because they want you to be prepared.

But that's where the problem lies. Nobody wants to kill other people, but most people want to be killed even less than that. But we need it to be the other way around. What if everyone simultaneously refused to kill or hurt others? What then?

I'm not going to kill anyone, but I'm going to protect myself.

... I don't have any right to ask you to do differently.

But that's what I did, my first game. And I... came out of it feeling worse than if someone had stabbed me. Not physically, but... it's just really difficult. To know that someone else had to get hurt because you were only protecting yourself. I don't ever want to stand by and watch that again.

So instead you would rather wish that feeling on someone else?

No! I don't want anyone to get hurt! That's the point!

Then show me that it actually works! I'll gladly help you if it does, but I'm not just going to sit back while someone tries to harm Hope.

Fine! I will!

...Good luck.

Thanks again.

[Pretty abruptly turning around to go look for other mushrooms :|]

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