Jango was tired but he seemed imbued with nervous energy the more Kairi described her interaction with the sentient dark one. The information he'd given her was far more than Jango had ever heard despite having grown up with stories of dark ones. Sure, there were quite a few old myths but until recently, his people's history had never been written down. Aside from the faded carvings in several shrines dotted around the island which could have a multitude of interpretations, the stories had been passed down orally and had changed with each retelling. Many myths contradicted each other until they could only be certain of the main aspects of the stories, the details so divergent and differently interpreted that no one could really tell which were true.<br/><br/>Whatever it was about Kairi that made her special had somehow drawn this dark one to her and he'd revealed more information about their kind than anyone could have dreamed of. If it was true, the dark ones were not as different from malie as they may have thought.<br/><br/>"Heal them? Like... turn them back into Malie?" He was incredulous and his mind started racing with all the possibilities and outcomes such a thing could produce. Their tribe's population would grow quite a bit. And how would the dark ones reintegrate into society having lived underwater for so long, cut off from human societal development? Would they even want to leave the water? How would the rest of the tribe see them. Would they still be ostracized?