“It’s not in the interest of the species to protect the weak; you would only be lowering the overall fitness of the group by allowing the weak to pass on their less-than-suitable genes.” Zefiris paused, wondering if he would even understand the reference; the swordsman seemed intelligent enough, but the state of scientific advancement in his world remained to be seen. “Sufficed to say, you would be wasting your energy in endeavors that would ultimately contribute to the downfall of the species. It would appear rather counterproductive to your goals.”
She took a left turn and was suddenly bathed in the yellow light of the mansion’s back porch. “If you oppress a group in order to save them, are you in the right or the wrong? And if the group in question never notices the cage, is it still oppression? And what of the one who knows of the oppression and fights for freedom at the cost of everyone’s lives?” Her point of view was a bit skewed, she’d admit, but weren’t they all? “Boundaries are never as clear as you would like them to be, and you will often find that your decisions are difficult ones.”
(I’ll probably have to duck out after my next post, since I have a talisman thread and a time-sensitive one involving Brandy coming up. That all right?)