Everyone else seems to politely ignore the two extensions of him, one even nodding, sympathetically. "All quite true, but, in those cases, are we the parent, removing the sharp object from the children, and teaching them to play nice? Or are we controlling them, and preventing them from choosing freely the route they might have taken without our interference?" "And keeping them from ever learning how sharp the knife really is. Let's say we succeed, even; let's say there's a world where all the races get along. Hell, let's even go crazy, and say we get<em>everything</em>to get along well enough that large scale conflicts are unheard of. What happens when The Outside gets a foothold? There won't be anyone but us to stand against it, and, even then, we're not perfect." "Speak for yourself," the drow adds, to slight chuckles, all around.