To the sound of retreating footsteps down the street and nearby alleys, the lashunta lowers his weapon,a mix of relief and a little fear mixing on his face. He holds the weapon out in front of him before dropping it in front of him.
"Look, you all must not be from around here. Or, most of you."
He eyes Nomyra and Dr. Taeress, his face setting with resolve.
"Non-lashuntas don't get what it's like being lashunta in the Archipelago. The pressure, the nerves, and what's Asanatown done about it in 20 years? Nothing. People offer their advice for coping, groups research, but the whole government here just hopes it'll go away, like some bad dream. It's not like that. Even the lashunta on it don't take action. So a bunch of us here, in the Sunrise Collective, two days ago was the last straw. If you were here, you felt it. No more ignoring that. Something's coming and we have to be ready."
He pauses and looks from face to face.
"People have to understand it's not going to go back to how it was. Lashuntas need Asanatown, all of it, to get ready. If people aren't on board, it's nothing personal, but there's no place for those people here now."
"Sooner they realize that, the better."