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








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.








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.




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

It is...good that you do.




Show me...the seeds.






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






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.