“Let them die.”

The girl’s look was neutral, her voice contemplative. Dori had no experience with fighting the good fight; what she knew was that all things ended so that new things began. She slipped a lock of corn-silk hair behind her earlobe and continued, “According to physics, the universe exists in a state of entropy. There is a natural tendency for the world to slip into chaos. Wood rots. Cells mutate. Civilizations crumble. And yet people spend their time here building and fortifying. I think it’s strange to prolong the inevitable.”