"They are old stories, we didn't use science like that. But they always described it as having your life stolen, aging that should take years in only minutes. I suppose that they stole the energy itself from the cells." Namora turned and looked at him, frowning. "It is, but," she said, hesitating. "I'd rather they not know if their hunting grounds are trim and fertile. Earth just had one invasion, I'm not sure it could handle a deadly and hungry enemy than the desperate one that nearly won."