Nash's lips twitched up in a smile. He looked pitying now, but not towards the other leaders. "I understand how, brought up without any of the rigid structures common to the Slayer lifestyle, you would think so."<br/>He closed his eyes and placed two fingers on the burns on his eyes.<br/>These people were preaching at<span style="font-style: italic">him</span>to understand, but they could hardly fathom the immense authoritative state that was Mother.<br/>"We are taught as children that failure does not exist. We are the Elite. We are the Only. We are the Slayer. The Gods themselves Bow Before Us." He was repeating the old, basic mantra, "If they Win the Battle, we Will Surely Win the War." His smile broadened as his hands traveled down to the scar marring his face, splitting it into a permanent grimace, "Experience Reaps Success, and We Will Undergo All to Become Perfection."<br/>"It is you who does not understand. How many of you noticed the end of this Desert civilization? They were not the strongest of you, granted, but this is only the beginning, whether<span style="font-style: italic">I'm</span>being foolish or not. They trained us in the event of, literally,<span style="font-style: italic">anything</span>."<br/>He gritted his teeth, he wasn't usually allowed to peruse the memories of Training so easily, but here they were. The fighting, scarring, starvation...how they<span style="font-style: italic">got in your head</span>. "It is not arrogance. It is how we<span style="font-style: italic">all</span>think. There is nothing else."<br/>He fumbled for another smoke, but cursed and smashed that one as well. "We will survive, no matter the consequence." It was those damned mantras again, slipping out his lips, much easier to yield to than this debate, one which required careful consideration before speaking. "And as long as the Slayer are One, There is No Other."