“Rattus,”
she says with a hint of condescension, “You don't mind if I call
you that, do you?”
“It
is my name,” he replies tersely.
“Rattus,
I think you may be over thinking this situation. Your species is
acting out of character, which has upset you. I understand that.
But you have to understand, that is what happens when the Weft
touches the Warp like this.”
“Not
out of character,” he snaps, struggling to contain his rage.
“These rats are acting against their very basest nature. It must
not....it cannot be allowed to spread.”
“I
think you'll find it takes a little more to change the nature of a
species than that.”
“Does
it?” he spits, “Does it really? Today I have witnessed my kind
sacrifice themselves for the greater good. That's not rats.
What does a rat do, first and foremost, before anything else?”
“I
don't know,” she replies with an irritated sigh, “Why don't you
tell me.”
“I
will,” he says with certainty, “A rat survives.”
