Nogard rolled the feather between the finger. It was dark black, though not from being burned. It had been burned, but it had been black before that. He shuddered.
"Would they have really..." he started.
Yes, said the island grimly.
"And that would have..."
Yes, said the island even more grimly. Be glad it did not happen.
Nogard shuddered again. "And the poor storm... they used it as bait."
It, like the ones in my homeland, is not sapient.
"Does that make up for it?"
I feel like I have to say yes, given my reliance on it.
"But you don't eat its soul!"
Some would argue that we, in fact, do.
"It isn't the same."
The island made what accounted to a laugh. You are right, of course.