Title: Cease this Inquiry
(The Voices speak sternly.)
Knifelike Voice: Quiet, wayward one, lest your own thoughts end you without our action!
Flamelike Voice: Your mind cannot sustain such speculations. You tread close to self destruction. Cease this inquiry!
(Chax trembles and weeps, pressure and pain build upon him.)
Chax: I feel the pressure in my mind to be silent, yet I must say something.
We the Oistrem do always faithfully obey you and carry out our duty to you and to Botaram, and spill our lives out to halt the Strasmin onslaught.
They die and we die, we stop them or they defeat us, and Botaram yet
perdures, as it always shall.
Yet if all we do is not enough, then what is?
Do the Spines offer no more positive wisdom? That we always fail, and it was all for naught?
