<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>Terrence could understand that, he could barely remember his own parents, or anyone he loved, but he could sense the deep feelings she spoke with.<br/>He nodded silently to himself, taking in her words and understanding them.  He poked at their dinner a little bit before deciding it was done.  From a small pack he kept with him, he produced two piece of crude plastic.  Once known as plates to mankind, to Terrence they hadn't changed.<br/>He passed her a hunk of the meat and took his own, began eating it immediately.<br/><br/>Between chews, he spoke to her. <br/>"It's best not to dwell any further on it.  I know it sounds harsh, but mother dies, young live.  Then the young will become mothers and repeat the process.  The natural order of life.  Though I'm guessing there aren't too many mothers around these days.  Likely even fewer children."<br/>It was sad, but Terrence spoke with a tone of cold indifference.  It helped to be cold in some ways.</div></blockquote>