Jashah merely stares him down, not intimidated by his threats. "And what if you had failed? What if you had<em>died</em>there? Then what? Or do you think you are so important to the continued future of our existence, that you can't die there? Is that what you think? You risked, if your own words are to be believed, everything, on a foolish excursion, where you could very easily have gotten yourself killed. And what did you get out of it? What did you gamble not only your own life, but the lives of everyone here, all of your<em>children</em>on? A little trinket? Was that<em>worth</em>it?"<br/><br/>She stalks closer eyes ice cold, and everyone else in the room has, most likely wisely, backed away, not wanting to get in the middle of their conflict. "And I knwo<em>exactly</em>what it is you are fighting against. I and my people were fighting them, before you were even born. Before your mother was even born, I was in my training. I am seven hundred and sixty-nine of your years old, and you do not intimidate me, not after all I have seen of you. I have seen you at your worst, and this is close to it."