Slowly the box actually begins to stop from its relentless slowmotion creep towards the sand, just as the ground begins to get softer. "Huh."
This is weighed against his previous assumptions, and found to line up fairly well. There must have been other independents. They were just looking in all the wrong places. Maybe that was his fault, all his efforts to steer Knives clear of larger towns and cities might have meant they were unnecessarily alone instead of being around humans AND other independent plants. Maybe one of them could have talked sense into his brother. "So .. how many of us are there, then?"
He means independents in general, not Vashes in specific, but it's not exactly clear. The wrapped bit of jerky is considered very, very carefully ... can't ever have too much food stashed, surely, and this is already dried and ready to get put away! "Thank you." Carefully he accepts the bit of wrapped meat and ... sticks it in a pocket for later. There's half a meal bar in that pocket too.
"Oh, diatomaceous earth isn't poisonous. Or toxic at all really to most things, just messy." He listens to the box for further signs of motion inside, and seems pleased when there's no sound from within. "I read about it once, it's ... um, it's something. People used to do on Earth to insects, and worms are kind of big bugs so..." That's not weird to know is it?! "I'm figuring one this size should last a good long while if I'm careful."
He seems proud of that idea, as if this is good planning and he is totally on top of what he needs to do to get by. But later on someone is going to flip their shit if he manages to get it back into the city and into a refrigerator.
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This is weighed against his previous assumptions, and found to line up fairly well. There must have been other independents. They were just looking in all the wrong places. Maybe that was his fault, all his efforts to steer Knives clear of larger towns and cities might have meant they were unnecessarily alone instead of being around humans AND other independent plants. Maybe one of them could have talked sense into his brother. "So .. how many of us are there, then?"
He means independents in general, not Vashes in specific, but it's not exactly clear. The wrapped bit of jerky is considered very, very carefully ... can't ever have too much food stashed, surely, and this is already dried and ready to get put away! "Thank you." Carefully he accepts the bit of wrapped meat and ... sticks it in a pocket for later. There's half a meal bar in that pocket too.
"Oh, diatomaceous earth isn't poisonous. Or toxic at all really to most things, just messy." He listens to the box for further signs of motion inside, and seems pleased when there's no sound from within. "I read about it once, it's ... um, it's something. People used to do on Earth to insects, and worms are kind of big bugs so..." That's not weird to know is it?! "I'm figuring one this size should last a good long while if I'm careful."
He seems proud of that idea, as if this is good planning and he is totally on top of what he needs to do to get by. But later on someone is going to flip their shit if he manages to get it back into the city and into a refrigerator.