"Yes, the Starry Abyss is fair, and in the face of competition, a backwards, conservative, stagnant race like ours will eventually be eliminated."
The White Dragon lowered her head, looking at the reflection in her cup:
"But these are my people."
"I know we are backward, weak, and old-fashioned, with much discrimination inside, but…"
She looked at the diners around the restaurant, amidst the bustling crowd and constant noise.
"This is our species, we speak the same language, our ancestors rest here, the youth shed their blood here. Even if we're destined for destruction and decline… I can't bear it."
"What species or civilization would bear to watch everything of theirs being destroyed, ravaged, and humiliated?"
She spoke while looking at the other tables in the restaurant:
"Over there, the Trolls, their empire was once incomparably glorious, people admired the tusks of Trolls, but now they're reduced to reminiscing at the drinking table."
