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You claim that no humans now listen to the primal spirits and acknowledge them. But what am I? I am a man. I am a shaman, I am a priest. The earth is my mother, the sky is my father, the wolf and cat and raven are my brothers and sisters. I mourn for my people even as I seek to heal their wounds. I listen to my mother, my father, the spirits of my brothers and sisters, and through this, seek, every day, to become good.
Tell me the names of the people who hurt your fellow, and I will call them bad men. I will acknowledge that they harmed you, and will not stand in your way. And those who war on you for your differences, who drove you out of your lands... for this I am as sad as the day the white men killed the herds and built his railroads and mined for gold and killed and moved my people. But the actions of those men are not the actions of everyone. I said that I cannot speak for mankind... because I do not wish their actions to speak for me.
And when you say you despise how they treat us for being mutants, likewise, I despise how you were treated because of your differences. I do not like how my people were treated. But just because they would not see us as different people does not mean that I cannot judge each man by his deeds, and those that are good, I call brother, no matter what form they take. I am in love with a girl born of partly Irish descent. That many of the people who thinned the herds and took our land were Irish does not diminish my love. The wolf is my brother as surely today as he was when the world was young.
And in another time and place, I would like to have called you brothers and sisters, for we share much in common. But I cannot. Because today you entered my lands without asking, because you did not see me, or us - you saw a thing you wanted, and could make 'good'. You took my friend from me, and asked neither me or her what their will was. She is not the chosen one. If she was, then time and events, or perhaps /asking/ would have brought her to you. If it is meant to rain, it rains. If the sun is meant to shine, it shines. If father sky and mother Earth wish a thing to be, it is. But you trespassed, you took, you violated.
In another time and place, I wish I could have called you brothers and sisters, for we have much to learn from each other and much in common. But today you took my friend, my sister, a thing very like me, which I thought was already good, and blessed for who she was, who she wished to be. I cannot bring myself to fight you, for already, your people grow violent and call for blood, because of the actions of only certain men. Today, in your fervor to do what you believe is right - a belief borne of terrible suffering and wrongs done in the past, you become what you claim to despise.
Last, I wish I could call you brothers and sisters, for there is much good here. But you cannot see past your hate to see me. I return your sister to you with no ill will from my side, Elder Shadow, and /beg/ you on behalf of the spirits we both claim to serve to return my friend and sister to me, and come to her and ask what she wishes. That you have so much wonder and truth and good here... and yet did not do so. You are not my brother today, much as I weep that it cannot be so. Because you took my friend from me to make her 'good', and despite being so like humans today, you claim the elder spirits we both follow make you justified. You do not see me, Elder Shadow, you have not seen my deeds and judged me or humans by them. But today I have seen your deeds, and you make me sad."