The Dag:
[to her belly]
Stay right where you are, little Joe. Kind of lost its novelty out here.
Keeper of the Seeds:
You having a baby?
The Dag:
Warlord Junior... gonna be so ugly.
Keeper of the Seeds:
It could be a girl.
[pause]
The Dag:
You kill people with that, do ya?
Keeper of the Seeds:
Killed everyone I ever met out here. Headshots, all of them. Snap! Right in the medulla.
The Dag:
Thought somehow you girls were above all that.
Keeper of the Seeds:
[after a pause]
Come here. Take a peek.
The Dag:
[gasping]
Seeds.
Keeper of the Seeds:
These are from home. Heirlooms, the real thing. I plant one every chance I get.
The Dag:
Where?
Keeper of the Seeds:
So far nothing's took. Earth's too sour.
The Dag:
Ah, so many different kinds.
Keeper of the Seeds:
Trees, flowers, fruit. Back then everyone had their fill. Back then there was no need to snap anybody.
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