There was a tilt of his head as he listened to the other explain and emphasis the importance of such green spaces for the overall well being of the community, a brow slowly arching as Yazoo tried to align any such notion to the world he was from, specifically the slowly dying husk of and decayed wastelands around Midgar.
He supposed that a truly determined and enterprising sort could conceivably convince the downtrodden masses that one of the many scrapyards that plugged up the city could be a park of some source but that seemed less than likely. Plus scrap metal had more value to the people than anything to do with the natural world. Especially considering how undeserving the entire species was of the bountiful recourse that they'd squandered. Not that it would matter at all once Mother had...
Had what? What was a bunch of dead tissue going to accomplish with a dying world?
Yazoo found himself frowning at the new and unfaltering thought though it probably came across as him disapproving with the question that had been asked. He closed his cat-like eyes for a moment then he shook the thought away and pulled up a memory of his time in Midgar.
"No, there wasn't. Everything is dying," He paused again this time as he thought about his choice of words and looked back to Emet-Selch, "Was dying. I suppose it makes very little sense to expect to go back there any time in the near future." Yazoo concluded with a shrug. There was no sense in getting upset over what was beyond control and so far a good portion of the local events had seemed very much to prove just out of his control all of this was.
"I take that to mean that you home doesn't lack in such resources, yes?"
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He supposed that a truly determined and enterprising sort could conceivably convince the downtrodden masses that one of the many scrapyards that plugged up the city could be a park of some source but that seemed less than likely. Plus scrap metal had more value to the people than anything to do with the natural world. Especially considering how undeserving the entire species was of the bountiful recourse that they'd squandered. Not that it would matter at all once Mother had...
Had what? What was a bunch of dead tissue going to accomplish with a dying world?
Yazoo found himself frowning at the new and unfaltering thought though it probably came across as him disapproving with the question that had been asked. He closed his cat-like eyes for a moment then he shook the thought away and pulled up a memory of his time in Midgar.
"No, there wasn't. Everything is dying," He paused again this time as he thought about his choice of words and looked back to Emet-Selch, "Was dying. I suppose it makes very little sense to expect to go back there any time in the near future." Yazoo concluded with a shrug. There was no sense in getting upset over what was beyond control and so far a good portion of the local events had seemed very much to prove just out of his control all of this was.
"I take that to mean that you home doesn't lack in such resources, yes?"