As usual for this Flight, you assume that taking a calculated risk is the same as failing to recognize a risk exists. [Mar simply shrugs. He's been avoiding the Sanctum for a month now specifically because of this attitude.] And similarly assume the fact that I haven't singlehandedly won the war against the Legion myself means that I have absolutely no skills and ought to cower from beetles, let alone Nerubians. I'm surprised none of the Red Dragonsworn have starved to death because they refuse to eat, since there's always a chance you'll choke on the food.

[There's no help for it. Do anything, and someone calls you an idiot for it. It's precisely the reaction he expected, and he turns back to mount the nightsaber.]

You should commiserate with the Vindicator. She doesn't believe I've ever done a single thing in my life either.