[Well this is a story to tell the others at home. Satsuki has spoken with a pony, a man with a bonejaw as a mouth, and now a skeleton.

But what is this means of communication? More telepathy? Though it seems, different. Satsuki starts to feel a bit shaken, though her expression remains stern.]

Genessia's.. very existence seems to suggest otherwise.

But let us assume you're right and it will eventually fall; what might that mean for us outsiders? We do not know. In fact we know very little, and as things stand we will continue to know little to our dying breath.

[Satsuki's voice bellows, but while it doesn't ring of death, it is heavy in passion.]

I can give up planning a few parties in exchange for bettering ourselves. It's discipline! It is being a little responsible! It is absurd to view this as being 'robbed choice'!