"Which isn't such a bad idea at that," he added, turning to Naxa. "Do you hear any animals around the ship now? Not the ones you're used to, but the mutated, violent kind that live only to attack the city."
"Place's crawling with 'em," Naxa said, "just lookin' for somethin' t'kill."
"Could you capture one?" Jason asked. "Without getting yourself killed, I mean."
Naxa snorted contempt as he turned to leave. "Beast's not born yet, that'll hurt me."
They stood quietly, each one wrapped tightly around by his own thoughts, while they waited for Naxa to return. Jason had nothing more to say. He would do one more thing to try and convince them of the facts, after that it would be up to each of them to reach a conclusion.
The talker returned quickly with a stingwing, tied by one leg to a length of leather. It flapped and shrieked as he carried it in.
"In the middle of the room, away from everybody," Jason told him. "Can you get that beast to sit on something and not flap around?"
"My hand good enough?" he asked, flipping the creature up so it clung to the back of his gauntlet. "That's how I caught it."
"Does anyone doubt that this is a real stingwing?" Jason asked. "I want to make sure you all believe there is no trickery here."