"Exactly," Tobias agreed, leaning back as he spoke, "and their half-baked plan hit home. They freed hundreds and hundreds of dragons." A silent moment passed. "We should talk to Monzy. See what he's thinking."
"He's overwhelmed." Sol said, watching Shard break sections from the meat. "Ferrin would be helpful, if he hadn't a profile to regain back home-.. or... yeah."
"No," Tobias took a heavy breath, "Ferrin would have designed this plan with survival of the fittest in mind."
"He saved you,"
"Ha." Tobias murmed, rolling his eyes, "He doesn't think of dragons in the same way."
"It's a sort of shuffling he does," Sol flexed his jaw, "distinguishing the elites."
"Right," Tobias murmered. "He naturally takes an evolutionary approach." His eyes watched the dragonet eat in a numb stare. "I.. probably do, too. It's a habit to break."
Sol cleared his throat, turning a half, anxious circle, redirecting the conversation in a rushed, unfinished manner. "We can get food. We can get water. It's a matter of where, and who comes. I see no other step that advances us towards anything but death. The right thing is to move forward, even if it means risking our lives, even if it means loosing some of us. The rebellion has to be different. If we hesitate to help these dragons, we're just the Scorpion Den all over again."