“What imbalance?”
Raven snaps. Fiona can see by the look in his eye that he's clearly
irritated by the suggestion. “There is no imbalance, the Forest
makes sure of that.”
“Oh but there is,”
the Angel purrs, “Really, if you think about it, there must be.
It's the only explanation that makes any sense.”
“What are you talking
about?” Raven begins to pace. “Is this more of your riddles.”
“Tell me,” the
Angel inquires, “How do you account for the changes in the Warp?”
“What changes?”
“Well, the
temperature, for a start.” The Angel strokes his chin. “Or the
fact that entire species are being killed off.”
“That's the planet,”
Raven counters, “It's always done that. Remember the dinosaurs?”
