Oz just shook his head with a sorrowful sigh. "You know only death, Geode." Oz tried to mimic what Geode had done, displaying small faceless figures above his hands as he moved them back and forth. He closed his eyes. A blissful dog, a happy family, a new child. It started to grow grimmer from there, a man holding a dying woman as a stream of energy poured out of her until she was nothing. The same man standing over a huddle of bodies, looking down and away. Then he found a new girl and held her close. The images faded and his hands went to rest on his knees. "You're wrong to accuse us of knowing no light when all you can reveal is death and darkness. You're permeated by it. You've become it."
Finally, but slowly, Oz stood up. "Why is it that you, who knows so much, who is so enlightened cannot show us any light?" He stepped back to Jenso's side. "If you have no revelation for me, then you know my answer. I will not roll over and die, nor will I watch as you annihilate everything. Your cold calculations are better fit for machines. We are not your machines. I don't want to end you. I don't know what it would do to our world. Yet you give us no choice."
Finally, but slowly, Oz stood up. "Why is it that you, who knows so much, who is so enlightened cannot show us any light?" He stepped back to Jenso's side. "If you have no revelation for me, then you know my answer. I will not roll over and die, nor will I watch as you annihilate everything. Your cold calculations are better fit for machines. We are not your machines. I don't want to end you. I don't know what it would do to our world. Yet you give us no choice."