"Hey, Jelas, don't you think that humans, no, all the Wisdom Species are actually very pathetic beings?"
"Pathetic?"
The knife and fork paused for a moment as Jelas continued to focus on carving the beef.
"If the Wisdom Species are considered pathetic, then how should we describe the creatures that are bred, slaughtered, and eaten by them? Can't find a word sad enough?"
"Pitiful and pathetic are not the same. A life born with the premise of being 'eaten' is pitiful because they have no power to choose a different fate. The Wisdom Species are different; they have the power of choice and the possibility of changing their fate through effort, with not a few successful cases. But that's all they can achieve."
Orgulous raised a glass, and the elite, translucent noble rot wine refracted a beguiling golden hue in the sunlight.
