I follow the Acidlians after experiencing my friend’s passing, hearing the cries of Lucy and the depression of Diego. I tiptoe far away until I hit the endpoint: the chief’s hideout. It's a huge tent, and another human being is with him, honoring him by opening the curtains and welcoming him. The aliens laugh at him, grabbing his head and doing something inappropriate to him. I stare at this inane torture and turn myself to go into the tent, I push myself to the tent while the torture is happening.

BAM!

I hit the mark. The chief is looking at the rug he had made a long time ago, praying to his ancestor and hoping the Gouldians will not come back. 

God hates the destruction of a different race. I could not attack him, but my gut said so. My mind said to talk. It is like a devil and angel on my shoulders, fighting which one I can do. I decided to walk to the chief and squeak on top of my lungs. The chief turns over and pokes his cane at my head. My face is like a soldier who does not get his freedom, the chief feels my fire. 

Upon then, a little alien shows up and calls her grandfather, “Grandfather. I found this conch shell at the beach. There is no animal there but a beautiful sound of the ocean.”

She has short blue hair that shines all over the place, blue on her left eye and yellow on her right. She hands over the conch to her grandfather and has him listen to the ocean. He loves how it sounds like a ghost whispering in his left ear. 

“The ocean is one of the reasons why I decided to have the tribe as part of my home. Thank you, Hira,” said the chief. 

Hira spoke, “Can I keep this?”

The grandfather agreed. And so, Hira turned back, and I followed her to her cave with pictures of her drawing on shells. I look at them, but my anger is gone. She turns around after placing her conch on a table, and in shock, she screams at me. I hold my hands up, and Hira looks so confused, thinking that this quokka is a human. 

“I have never seen animals doing aliens' physical language,” she laughs. 

“Listen, I want to ask you: why are you harming us?” I asked. She only hears my squeak but she understands that an animal has stopped talking. 

“I never heard of animals pausing something they had spoken,” she points out. 

I have an idea. I go inside her cave and pull out one of her drawings while her face is shocked, yelling that she wants to give this to her crush. 

I make a paper airplane and shove it to her face. Not really though. She was shocked that I made her a plane that flies up to the sky as the wind blows away, but she looks at me close to my eyes, questioning whether I am human or alien or even not. I know the human language, and I could not say these aliens are related. However,  Spoke to her by writing on the dry sand ground, written:

Why are you killing the animals?

Hira said, “We only kill them for ourselves.”

I yelled to her, “We are like aliens, just like you!!! Does another alien harm you because you look different!?!?!?” 

Hira drops herself down, weeping at how scared she is until I pause, staring the innocent girl into shreds. I came closer, hugged her, and smiled at her face as she saw me like some baby. 

She giggles as she thought a hug means an apology. She sees my smile and laughs so hard; it's adorable. 

“I wish I can understand you. Why would I want to kill you?” asked Hira. 

I led Hira to find her airplane. I run up to the mountains while Hira follows me.