Raven doesn't know how the world had been one hundred years ago, but she doubts it's changed much. The landscape may be pocketed with craters, contaminated with radiation, and completely spare of anything that had once existed to make the world the thriving, hungry beast it'd been a century before, but she believes human nature never changes.
The Grounders are greedy for land. The Mountain men had been greedy for air. The Ark had been greedy for home.
"Think about it. If you have a collection of bombs, who's going to want to piss you off?" She glances toward the crate she stands beside and taps her hand against it. "I'm thinking these guys have given us the shit weapons. Where's the guns? You can't do much damage with a crossbow, like how someone who wants to threaten to kill the world can't do it without having more than one lousy bomb."
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Raven doesn't know how the world had been one hundred years ago, but she doubts it's changed much. The landscape may be pocketed with craters, contaminated with radiation, and completely spare of anything that had once existed to make the world the thriving, hungry beast it'd been a century before, but she believes human nature never changes.
The Grounders are greedy for land. The Mountain men had been greedy for air. The Ark had been greedy for home.
"Think about it. If you have a collection of bombs, who's going to want to piss you off?" She glances toward the crate she stands beside and taps her hand against it. "I'm thinking these guys have given us the shit weapons. Where's the guns? You can't do much damage with a crossbow, like how someone who wants to threaten to kill the world can't do it without having more than one lousy bomb."