Gretchen listened the entire time, taking in Nikkolai's answers and Borris's words, demeanor as well. Finally these outrages and refusals were enough for her own taste.
Slowly the woman stood up, and slowly she walked over to the bars in front of her cage. Her eyes searched the others before looking at Nikkolai and Borris. No hate or any ill will were in her eyes, only wonder and thoughts, calculating as the wheels within the head turn. Then, sympathy showed as a glimmering light.
"Survival means we all will have to do many things, including procreate. Including getting along, and accepting what we are presented with now."
Riddles? Perhaps she did speak in riddles but for her, it seemed natural and fitting on her tongue. Though if one asked her, she'd simply say that she speaks the truth.
Reaching out her hand through the bars, she takes a final look at everyone before matching her gaze at Borris and Nikkolai. "I will do what must be done, kill, procreate, create useful goods. Gathering, would be useful, plant life a must." Yes, she was all in.
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