Do you...respect all...the fallen...Elim?

Player: "Not the mindless monsters."

I...agree. They must not spread...must not grow. But then...nothing must...grow.

All life...will fall...to contamination...or death. This land...must be...allowed to die.

Player: "No! We will save it!"

Silence! You would...disrespect the will...of an Elim?

Bring me...the seeds...of Rotten Root Agrints...and...Rotten Branch Rotrons.

Keep them...from growing.

Player: Accept.

You know...that we Elim...know what is best...for the land.

It is...good that you do.

Player: "I...trust in your will."

Show me...the seeds.

Player: "Here they are."

You...lie! Would you...disrespect...an Elim so?

Player: "I meant no disrespect."

Cast them...into the brackish...poison...waters where they...will never...grow.

(You throw the seeds into the water.)

Yes...nothing must...be allowed...to grow.