"Maybe two people have to die?" Everyone's eyes turned to Luciana. Thoughts of murder hushed the confusion running rampant in their minds. Silence draped around them, daring one of them to speak. It wasn't difficult to believe. It made sense. Awful, disgusting, horrifying sense.
"There's so much death; people, nymphs, insects. It makes sense for two people to die. But we wouldn't kill them. The only way their deaths would be triggered would be by society itself.'' Alec looked down at his hands. As if he himself could be the cause of someone's prophetic demise. Alessandro and Zale swapped glances. They were still at a loss.
''Look at it this way: the farmer died because he didn't have enough for his society. Had he had one more fruit, he would have survived. Yes, he was kind, but he was
