Devon let out a heavy sigh, looking at Lohan with a mixture of disbelief and a hint of doubt.
He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to an almost inaudible whisper beneath the buzz of the other students' conversation and the classroom's air conditioning.
"Man, I forget that not everyone here grew up listening to our grandparents' horror stories. But what you see out there, that mist of sulfur and metal we call air, isn't just 'pollution.' It's almost like the residue of a defeat…" Devon began, his eyes fixed on the table, but his mind clearly elsewhere.
Lohan remained silent, listening with interest.
Despite having been in this world for nearly a month, he knew very little about it.
With so many different planets under the Human Federation, the history was so vast that it was difficult for anyone to keep up without instruction.
Every place had gone through so much, and he, as an "outsider" even on the planet he lived on, had never cared much to understand that history.
