The mortals leave it to the Epic harem members to speak. "I see," Nadriina says, studying the three of them. "Different aspects of the same being. A schism, effectively. One good, one neutral, and one evil," she explains, calmly, though Draiss can sense her fear, internally. "As the mental healers say, the id, the ego, and the superego; one to destroy, one to balance, and one to control and restrain. It would make sense that the one we know is the ego--" "He certainly has a big enough one," Kamariel mutters. "-- because that one is balance. From how they speak, I surmise the control has lost its desire to control, and that destruction has little access to power, or else there would be far more chaos, everywhere we go. So, balance has all the power, which explains the desire to have so many of us, diametrically opposed. Angel and demon, metallic and chromatic, elf and drow... interesting. This adds a whole new depth to my research." "Research? Is that all you care about, elf?" "Drow. And it's clear that this was intended to teach us something, to show us his inner fragility and conflicts, on a scale we mortals could barely comprehend. And I use the term 'mortals' loosely," she adds, glaring at Kamariel, who bites her tongue.<br/><br/>"Did you really need to frighten them, so badly?" Aviendha asks, gesturing with her blade back towards the cowering non-epic mortals. "There were other ways to make this point."