"Yes, I do," Genesis answered the Warrior of Light. "This is but a sapling of a Banora Apple Tree. Eventually, purple apples will grow though only at random times of the year."

He looked to where the Genome went and sighed softly. "It could be a trap or it could be our salvation. We either die now with our low running supplies or we take this chance and replenish our supplies. The worst case scenario is that we die later."