A quiet, steady, elderly voice speaks: “Sira. Visoru, Visoyo, Visovu. Yiriru…”
This is answered with the gruff snort of resigned impatience from a more powerful and youthful sounding voice.
The elder continues “…they come. They will be here soon.” - again with an unwavering tone.
The younger gasps, though it sounds more like an animal snorting. “No! Not now! This will ruin everything we've been working for!” he snaps, voice raising with anger as feet can be heard stomping against packed earth.
There is a shifting sound as the elder changes position. He takes his breath and responds calmly - “Perhaps. I see that an end is coming, but what end, I do not know.”
Like a soldier snapped to attention by the sound of enemy armor, the younger barks his conclusion as if giving a military command to troops: “The siege was almost complete, and now destiny will undo it all! The Yiriu must not be captured! I'll kill them first!”
In a novel show of emotion, the elder speaks sternly - as a father would to an adult child that needs firm advice - “Korirava, you must do no such thing! I forbid it!”
The general quickly wrestles his outburst under control and shifts into strategic thoughtfulness. After a moment he announces, “Perhaps we won't even need to consider it. If I can prevent seizure of the Yiriru - it may keep our future safe.”