"WHAT!
Are you telling me the people Zonish is living with are a family of very long, dominant Hunters? "
I banged my hands again on her table, but this time the dust didn't hurt.
" Precisely. "
She poked my ribcage with her stick. Cane. Whatever. To make me sit back on my chair.
" Ouch. That hurt. "
But things like these never hurt me before. Was this real or was I having some horribly weird dream.
" And you are also telling me Zonish, my Zonish has found a Hunter mate? "
It was as if asking the question merely was taking away my entire existence from me. It was all a lie. I was shouting to myself. What sort of a stupid hegemony was this? No. No. It was more like a suicide.
" So, if I believe what you are saying is true. Believing that Zonish has gone suicidal and crazy, why
