[Mar simply arches an eyebrow as he settles across the great cat's saddle.]
And that's exactly what's wrong with the Flight as it stands. Everyone is so busy insisting that it has to be the way they understand that every other possibility is dismissed out of hand. You'd rather I be a liar or insane that give any credence to what I've done, simply because you're not prepared to accept a world in which what I've done is possible. You came upon me in the midst of a fight against a small group of demons, and yet even after it ended, you refused to believe the evidence of your very eyes and still insisted that my efforts were absolutely, positively guaranteed to be fatal. In short, you'd rather make an enemy of me because accepting anything I say or do is utter anathema to you.
That's Valamia's attitude, as well. Forget hope. It's futile. Spend your efforts preserving your life for as long as you can, instead of taking the chance, because the chance is a lie. Don't step out of the Sanctum, because you'll die. Don't oppose the Legion, because you can't win. So yes. I'm calling you all cowards, because you've made it very clear that you will accept absolutely no risk to yourselves whatsoever, and you will take absolutely no risks for any purpose whatsoever.
[An afterthought strikes him, a case of selective judgment or hypocrisy he ought to raise, and he doesn't hesitate in the slightest to do so.] Oh, I should mention -- Nepeta says she has olive blood. While I'm away, why don't you spend your energies telling her that's a lie and she's crazy for saying it? Or is that somehow more credulous than the idea that I can maybe kill three demons reliably without dropping over dead?
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And that's exactly what's wrong with the Flight as it stands. Everyone is so busy insisting that it has to be the way they understand that every other possibility is dismissed out of hand. You'd rather I be a liar or insane that give any credence to what I've done, simply because you're not prepared to accept a world in which what I've done is possible. You came upon me in the midst of a fight against a small group of demons, and yet even after it ended, you refused to believe the evidence of your very eyes and still insisted that my efforts were absolutely, positively guaranteed to be fatal. In short, you'd rather make an enemy of me because accepting anything I say or do is utter anathema to you.
That's Valamia's attitude, as well. Forget hope. It's futile. Spend your efforts preserving your life for as long as you can, instead of taking the chance, because the chance is a lie. Don't step out of the Sanctum, because you'll die. Don't oppose the Legion, because you can't win. So yes. I'm calling you all cowards, because you've made it very clear that you will accept absolutely no risk to yourselves whatsoever, and you will take absolutely no risks for any purpose whatsoever.
[An afterthought strikes him, a case of selective judgment or hypocrisy he ought to raise, and he doesn't hesitate in the slightest to do so.] Oh, I should mention -- Nepeta says she has olive blood. While I'm away, why don't you spend your energies telling her that's a lie and she's crazy for saying it? Or is that somehow more credulous than the idea that I can maybe kill three demons reliably without dropping over dead?