Yes. It is the winter festival, isn't it? They use the same leaves and garlands to decorate for it.

Sometimes it's apples, or sometimes it's something to drink, but usually, it's a goat. And I don't know why I get some, I just know that I do.

Some for the roots, some for the wheat, some for the waters, and some to keep. Those are the rules.

And perhaps humans have taken to doing those things instead where you are from, but I can't see how they can possibly serve the same purpose. Perhaps there are no roots or wheat here, but surely we survive thanks to the oxygen gardens, and perhaps thanks to those tubes we awaken in, but they'll gain no joy or sustenance from the festive pleasures of a celebration for humans.

So offerings should be made.

[He sighs a weary sigh. The sigh of a man who wanted a bit of goat for himself, and sees his likelihood of receiving some fading further and further away.]

And does it work? [He props his cheek up on one hand.] Was that one great sacrifice enough to make the world kind?

I've figured out that you're greedy entitled humans who don't pay appropriate sacrifice, if that's what you mean.

[Pure, sulky, gloom.]

I understand the concept of humans showering each other with gifts and approval. They do that all year round. Sacrifice is different.

And it isn't just for me.

[But he would like a bit, please.]