[With what he had seen and heard from Kebechet himself, he knows what she says to be true. They were obsessed with the idea of something perfect, with taking something as wild and organic as time and history and regulating it into something ordered. Perhaps at its core there is something understandable in there, the human desire to make structure in chaos, but how they go about it is so indefensible he has little personal impetus pursuing that train of thought.]

You are right. [He nods, his expression grim.] Convince us that COST is wrong, or plant the seeds of doubt within us, and they could dismantle their efforts from within. If they merely killed us, those that remained might become stronger in their resolve, having an averse effect.

[He is silent a moment, a breath escaping him in a short sigh.]

This is frustrating, facing an opponent which tries to convince you that the fighting is due to a fault of your own.