She fights back
She cries out in pain, weeps with everything she has. And I cannot console her. I offer only this bit of Master’s water.
We all thirst. We all ache. We all feel it, down in our bones.
The curse, nay, the punishment; it pinches your stomach and sticks in your throat.
That’s what she does.
She fights back.
We were stupid, squandering everything she gave. All those gifts. All that nurtured us. Gone. And we are left with only this brown imitation of grass, these last droplets of water.
Take this water, take it. We don’t deserve it.