<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">He looked to the girl and shook his head, "in my world, you crash a ball, and you die. There is no in between for us, no slap on the wrist, we are below lawful punishment."<br/><br/>He then turned harshly to Mordred, "So we should be persecuted? They fear we will kill them because they know in their hearts that is what they deserve. Don't pretend you understand fool, if the oppressed in your world wish to live underfoot, good for them. We don't, we won't, and those who take away the freedoms of others deserve to be killed, no question."<br/><br/>He growled, a flame flickering around him for just a moment, "there are those like you in my world... Some who say, 'We will not be persecuted if we serve them...' Others say, 'We will not be persecuted if we just live the way they want us to...' Some who chastise us, 'Violence against the violent is only lowering yourself to their level...'"<br/><br/>He pointed to his horns, "I agree, I lowered myself to their level to kill them. I took the power of devils, because it is a flight of fancy to pretend that they would be defeated by anything more than subterfuge or slaughter. Subterfuge could take decades, and still require killing, so I chose slaughter. There was a mythology in my world which believed in something called, Ragnarok, destroying everything and beginning anew. Sometimes that's the only way to fix things."<br/></span>