I followed the net, pulling myself along. The waters were not still, there was activity in the hive, efficiency sacrificed for something else.

Speed. What happened while I was in stupor?

Still, I went to She Who Remembers War, I brushed past many, images of combat, the production of weapons, and traps. Beasts, some fins being collected.

I went to where I found her, I reached out. Mrsh, He Who Remembers War responded. I am Ur-Im. I tried to ask, why are we at war?

I did not understand the answers, it was faster communication than what I was used to, less efficient, shortcuts. I was not the most competent at normal communication but still, I knew my question was not understood. All I could send over was Inquiry, war. The surrounding thoughts would not be interpreted as I thought of Why.

He thought again, quicker, simpler. I am Ur-Im, The One Who Made the Sail-Glider. They needed more, for war.

I Inquired again. There was a shock of pain and frustration, and he left.

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She Who Remembered War was resting. The rest of them were doing the necessary work, she was not needed for now. Mrsh entered. She reached to him and he sent.

Ur-Im is here, the one who made the Sail-Glider, He Who Had A Broken Pod. He inquires, war.

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I quickly wake myself. Does he still remember how to make sail-gliders? Can the broken one understand his own shards?

He is still broken, but he inquires war. Repeatedly. Inquiry, war.

Hrsh, bring me to him, you are to continue with other tasks. There is no worry for his inquiry he was first found by She Who Remembers Them...

He would not understand these thoughts, He should not worry, I send him memories of his next task. And I go to see Ur-Im.

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She Who Remembers War comes, she reaches out, and before I can respond she projects.

Understanding, construction, Sail-Gliders, broken pod.

My understanding is connected to the structure of thoughts within my broken pods. And I have not only the methods of their production but improvements. But first I must know. The reasons that caused this war.

She stops for a count, thinks. They need materials, they rove around, the places they harvested most of what they needed for Pod-Shards, were occupied. Some by us, some by other enemies. Some... by those we treat as the same as us. Allies. But in their traveling, they learned many things, weapons, hunting, war. And in their skill at war, they come to take back what they see as stolen. And what we have built.

Gratitude, I respond. And she follows me to my over-pod. To see the shards, and begin production. Along the way, she gathers some workers.

I shall be moved, to an over-pod dedicated to this work. I shall teach workers the method, we shall increase production with the bodies of the beasts. And I shall be given of the pods of defeated enemies. After what is required for the material costs is subtracted.

She continues to explain, yet something feels wrong, what if I cannot teach others, what if those who cannot see cannot create as I do, or imitate my creation. Yet, I can pay back those who did so much for me. I put my doubts aside.

I Will Try.