The geon eyes would glint with sadness and return back to its usual stoic ones. " My tribe... they're not exactly fond of technology. Many stories have been pass on for generation about the destruction that was cause by technology. And it's been a while since I have last seen them... it could have been the last of it. After all, I have left the clan's area and duty... And leaving one's own duty is to abandon one's tribe... even if the clan leader allowed me to leave.
They're considerate, friendly, and most of all would help everyone even if not one's own kind... I could try to... but I can't be certain that they would help if technology is involved."
Silvanodi ponders slowly and surely drift off on his own thoughts.
Flashes of words come back to him, reminding him of the reason why he was here in the first place, as to why he long for the stars and of space. He searches for a purpose, he seeks for pride, he sought out knowledge beyond the land. Then he remembers reading upon news from New Moon's Cooperative's brave explorers setting out to the star and having the first contact with a geon. Then of his clan, each and every one of them hugs him as the last day of his stay passed by. He then remembers of his struggles in the usage of technology, although have improve much still is adequate at it. The story passed down to each generation about the technology's ruination of nature and oneself. But as to what he has seen now, it looks more like technology helping nature grows, technology used to help in aid the injured and the sick.
"No, I thi- no, I know they will. If we prove to them, they will. If we show to them how technology helps."