"Oh you thought our world was the dark reflection of yours?" The man laughed. "That's quite the reversal. Your world is so terrible that we exile the worst of our criminals to your world."
That stopped my accusations flat. "What?"
"Any being that cannot regulate their behavior to conform to a productive and conscientious society has their mind wiped and are dumped on Earth." He ticked of a list on his fingers. "Rapists, murderers, devil worshippers. Those kinds of people."
Outrage surged through me. "What gives you the right?"
"Ability, mostly. It's no different than the prisons you use. I am sure that if you could ship your criminals to a different land or one of the moons, you would. Look around you. The Firstlands are paradise. Your world is smog and poverty and greed. It's a broken ruin."
"But you're making it worse!"
"Are we? What could we possibly do that you aren't already doing? Be glad that you were caught up in the terraport. Now you can experience heaven."
Which made Earth, my home, hell.
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