"Then what do you propose? That I throw away everything I believe in, everything I am, on the words of someone who steals from us, attacks our people, and then starts spouting philosophy at me, and trying to say that everything I know and live is wrong?" She jabs a finger at him. "You're powerful, I'll give you that. Maybe even more powerful than me. But I've seen what magic can do, twist the greatest lies into sounding like common truths, and confuse the mind. And maybe it shouldn't affect me, but, like I said, you're powerful." She leans in, glaring at him. "So, why should I trust you?"