â€œThis...curse does not make us superior to other beings. It is for those that carry a like image to yourself that the hunt has been called on all of us. Coexistence is the only means of survival. If we treat those we gain sustenance from like dirt, they will rise...and vice versa. It matter not how old one is or how powerful one is in the end. One mortal may not be able to stop you. But a large group, certainly poses a threat to any supernatural creature.â€ She pauses for a moment scanning over the woman, her features still shrouded.<br/><br/>â€œYour arrogance should you not cull it will be your downfall. No amount of power would be able to save you should you remain within this nation. Only skill tempered with wisdom will assist in any effort to quell the war. Though, if you don't care about the happenings of this nation and the fate of those like you, outsider, it would be best to leave. If you do, I would suggest meeting with the rest of the resistance to see how you can be of assistance...â€ She observes her carefully; not out of fear but out of study. Age wasn't something that mattered to the falling; it only meant that there was a potential for great things. It did not mean necessarily that a being chose to utilize that potential.