All the miners heard Kane's speech, and none were left unmoved by Kane's call.
Endless labor, working until they fall gravely ill, lying down waiting for death in the absence of treatment, and then being dumped into a pit like garbage.
Do you think life should be like this?
Kane questioned the miners during their brief half-hour tea break after a busy day, especially when they witnessed familiar people turn into corpses.
And those children, getting younger and more easily sick, rarely surviving a year on the mines; they're sent here like consumables with a shelf life of less than a year.
Until suddenly one day, as the miners watched the guards casually bagging the corpses of several sick children to be taken away, a thought struck them.
Life shouldn't be this way, and neither should the Empire.
