"Then your Omnians are a parasite" he said. He did not say they were wrong, or right. They were just as a parasite was to an animal or a plant. Something natural that still needed to die. There was no evil nor good in Vreth's world, even if he did speak of those things. They were the ideas of men, not of nature. Nature was pure chaos and harmony.
Vreth took a bite from the apple and frowned. There was very little flavour. How unappealing. Plucking the seeds out with his finger nails. he tossed the rest of the apple away. As it hit the ground, it started to decay rapidly.