His words dissipated among the people. He knew not all agreed. Psychology was not such a linear thing. But he was not a leader without logic. Turning away, he faced his protoge. The hilt was clipped back to his own belt, his eye meeting Varian's. A breath passed as Orex gazed.
"I feel no conflict. No hesitation..."
Orex rotated himself beside Varian and glanced at the children being ushered away.
"Potential. Raw and untapped. Potential to grow and discover. To create and help."
Orex peered deeper into the oscillating group of children.
"To spread and destroy."
There was a question for everything. Children were no exception, and their future certainly less so. Potential can mean many things. Children were a vague assortment of the end result. Whether Varian's sympathy and decision to protect them was a well-placed move would remain to be seen. In the meantime however, the day progressed. Orex turned away and began to navigate himself out of the slums, into the more developed underworld of Skism.