“Manipulated
certain attitudes...” the hoods seem to ponder, “That couldn't
lead to a disaster of such a magnitude.”
“Sorry,
but I disagree,” Castor replies, “I'm starting to believe, that
over a period of time, whatever this creature of the Weave is, it
fostered a certain amount of....call it carelessness. Less than due
diligence when it came to matters of safety.”
“What
could this creature hope to achieve?” Both hooded figures reek of
perplexity now, obviously faced with a hypothesis they can't hope to
understand.
“That's
just it,” she tells them, “I don't think it hoped to achieve
anything in particular. I think it was...” she pauses for a
moment, searching for the right words. “Experimenting,” she
continues finally, “Testing its' own influence. It created an
atmosphere where some sort of disaster was inevitable, then waited
for events to work themselves out.”
“If
what you say is true,” the first hood replies, the first time it
has spoken alone for some time, “This marks a dramatic change in
the nature of the war between the Forest and the Weave. From now on
we must be extra vigilant, extra cautious. Nothing like this
disaster at Chernobyl can ever be allowed to happen again.”
