The bandit at Tudoe Centre-Right lingered within Fesna. Her cuteness couldn't do anything for such a being, one who suffered under the presence of the foreigners. She wondered why they would do that. Fesna felt she knew everything about him despite never meeting him. She wondered what was his name, what he looked like, what family he had, where he lived. 

If he had none, she would give him everything. If he had no name, she would give him one. If he looked terrible, she would make him handsome with warmth and care. If he lacked family, she can be his family. If he had nowhere to live, they would make room for them to rest for the chilly nights. Why harm others when you can kill them with love? And Dilly embodied that well.

She wondered what he was doing, hoping that he was doing better. Making a name for himself the right way. Embracing positivity in the harshness of Bosfos. Its beauty was deadly and its inhabitants more so. They made it unliveable. She had no regard for her situation or the fact a twenty-year civil war was occurring. He needed help. 

She went to her parents, directing to her dad specifically. 

"Fesna, what do you want?" His voice was incoherent. He stayed up during the nights like several others to keep watch for any threats. There were some on the perimeter of the village but they often dozed away at the task. Her father was one of the serious ones - he always kept staring at the self retractable window, ready to jump into action to protect his family, friends and most importantly, himself. 

He was in the living room, which had pillows to sit upon and a fancy blazing red rug with doodle-like designs in it. There were small stacks of items far from the rug and pillows. 

"Daddy, what happens to people who does be suffering?"

He turned to face her. "They end up like us or worse, Fesna." Her father was knowledge enough to know that there were beings that were in greater plight than them. But he didn't have much thought for them. He cared for his family, not random beings across the stars or even on his own world.

"We're suffering. There's no need to think about others right now." He made a guess. "Is it one of your friends who's having problems? If so, we'll try bu..."

"No," She raised her head. "I learned a story today about some thief and wondered if we can help them." 

"Why should we help a bandit? Are you talking someone from a bandit gang?" He became tense. He wasn't well put together for a Chesadee, lacking the strength and width, they commonly had, and was less white than average, but his mental and spiritual state exceeded that immensely. 

"No. It's a story of a regular thief on some faraway planet." He was grateful it wasn't about someone from here. To face against the bandit gangs would be terrifying. They were a step up from scavengers. They were like the scavenger's super deadly cousin. 

"I was wondering if we can donate to them. To people like that."

"Fesna, don't waste your time with such beings. You are more important than them."

"You mean charity? When we ourselves can barely have one meal for the day? Stale and pitiful? Fesna, is something wrong with you? Is something eroding your insides?"

"No daddy. I just wanted to..." She became shy.

"Don't even bother. You know no charities are coming here to take anything for no collection drive. They rarely come to help us. And if anything, they're corrupt."

"Why the galaxy so evil, daddy?" Fesna didn't hesitate. 

"That's just how it is. That's how it's always been." He looked away. "Now go back to your room. I have to keep watch."

"But I don't like that answer."

He was perplexed seeing her agitated. "What do you expect me to say?"

She broke the bit of silence. "That the galaxy can be better."

"You're a mad little girl. Go to your room now."

"Why? Isn't that a good thing?"

"No, you're not. Go to your room now before you wake up your mother. You know she needs her fourteen hours of sleep."

"But..."

"Go now before I lock you in there so you don't get to see your friends for a month." He was becoming irritated.

She complied. She loved her friends too much for her to allow that to happen. Fesna went to her room saddened by the experience. Black tears fell from her eyes. She cried and cried getting louder. Fesna then controlled herself. She didn't want to disturb her father from his night guard. To distract him from something that important with her petty problems and feelings was immature. 

Why are we like this? Why we can't be better? Her immaturity showed once more. That's just how it is. And she grasped that. Fesna realized the truth of this life. And right after she did, she went to sleep quietly crying, understanding only a portion of just how cruel  Bosfos could be; that this was what many beings do with one of their greatest gifts: free will.