Shouldn't they be given a chance? The colt turns his quad-horned head, looking at the filly with an impassive, emotionless gaze. "If the snakes do not eat these eggs, they will find another nest and eat those eggs instead. They must eat, the same as us; it is not our duty to play God and decide that these eggs are entitled to life whilst condemning a different nest to death." The lava-boy's voice is deep for his age, yet seems utterly devoid of any inflection or differing pitch. It's monotone, and as emotionless as his expression.
When Otem addresses him, though, the colt seems to visibly deflate. He looks at her, and the first fleck of emotion shows in his features - surprise. Why is she disagreeing with him? She doesn't normally disagree with him. Mother taught them all about this, and Otem, like her brother, always seemed to instinctively understand the cruelty and simple barbarity of nature. It is just...life. Life is unpleasant, and often short and painful, this much Vulkán knows. That is why he values order and routine so highly; it's his only way of exerting some form of control upon the intangible, unpredictable mess of life.
"But..." Alas, the boy has taken too long in his reply, and Otem is gone. A confused, sorrowful bleat emits from his mouth, and his right shoulder begins to bubble ominously. "Wrong," he mutters, panic beginning to rise at this quite unexpected event. He does not like unexpected events, and Otem disagreeing with him is enough to knock his delicately-balanced sense of order into the roiling depths of chaos.
The volcano-boy stands where he is, quivering slightly, staring at the fillies as they charge the snakes. As they interfere with nature.
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