Character: Mikollopria

- Oh, Micolopria! Glad you came. They say you have a great knife, and I just need a couple more hands.
- We were told you needed...
- Hands, yes. As you can see, I have only one hand - the second had to be removed. Sometimes it's hard to perform surgeries... Hold on...
- But why?
- It has ceased to perform its functions. My body rejected it after modifications, so I replaced it. Like a light bulb. You and I live like this: we reject and replace. "The main thing is not to do harm." Hah!... What nonsense. Harm is the first step towards progress. What were you before you became a healer? Probably some part of the forest?
- We were endless, our roots entangled the whole world. We were immortal and...
- And nerdy. And then you changed. You were uprooted, you joined the battle - and in a couple of centuries you achieved what you could not achieve for thousands of years. Other Eldrids leave the dying to their fate. You reject this path, giving death life. I admire this trait of yours, although it is short-sighted. Jennerites also act in an attempt to save lives. "Eternity, survival" - tell me what's good about them? The moth also survives. These are all just half-measures. So no, I disagree. I reject such a "life"!
- Then what can replace life, if not death?
- I don't know for sure... but that's why our work is so exciting! She opens her eyes to many things.