"How ironic." A weak snort of laughter escapes him. "In Revan, it's a broken moon, but a god was still offended, and monsters spread throughout the land. Your Nirvana was a lie, so for all we know, the same holds true in the present..."

Feelings of distrust, apprehension, and curiosity radiate from him, thanks to the sagebrush.

"So, how do the remaining humans survive? What makes them so special?"