I spat out the sentence I had been holding back for long enough to say to him, expecting anger, wrath, any sort of response from him, I earned myself none. Instead, he turned his back to me once more, facing the waterfall before us, I could hear him sigh.
"Why is it that you think those kids had a better life being alive than being dead?"
Taken aback by his question, I walked next to him, standing by his side, I thought about the answer to his question.
"Anything is better than death no?"
He turned to look at me, a glint of amusement in his eyes.
"You humans are truly naive."
He said as he returned his attention to the waterfall before us.
"You love to believe in your little fairytales, expecting death to be something so awful, thinking the entity you all worship is going to save yo
