“Exactly,”
she says with certainty, “These rats will survive.”
“No,”
he responds coldly, “These rats do not deserve to survive.”
“Rattus,
be serious,” she barks, all traces of humour now absent from her
voice. “You cannot destroy all the rats in the town, the
consequences would be felt across the Warp for decades to come.”
He
frowns, a little confused by her answer. “I'm not sure how...”
he begins.
“Most
of the rats from Europe are in that town right now,” she
interrupts. “If you kill them, the Warp will be out of balance for
a generation or more. Their number will only be restored as rats
from Asia migrate, an who knows what troubles they will bring.”
“Troubles?”
he asks.
“Disease,
Chaos,” she says, “Whatever. We do not know, and therefore
cannot take the chance.” She pauses. “No,” she continues,
with a note of finality, “The way forward is clear. Destroy this
'King Rat' of yours, then let nature take its' course.”
