He smirked, before shaking his head. "And I wouldn't, except YOU were the one that wanted to lead an army to the opponent's lair. BAD IDEA! Inflection intentional. You need to be subtle at this level, as it isn't person against person, but institute against institute, and those are MUCH harder to get to back down. We have seven different cases where two different institutes nearly killed our world for mere 'policy.' Not even planet shattering policy, just 'how many weapons of city killing are we allowed' policy. We survived it, but now we live in fear that another, radical faction will discover how to make one of those, and then USE it. And when that happens, our world will BURN. In a war that will char our world's surface to naught but ash, and that is if we are lucky. If we aren't, then we burn off the atmosphere of our world, the stuff we are breathing right now, and leave it naught more than a radioactive ball of dirt, forever a monument to our sins and pride. Fascinating, no? That humans would rather kill everything, including themselves, rather than be seen as weak. Makes me wonder what you and yours did to us."<br/><br/>He raised his glass to her, before downing the remains in a single go, and slammed it down, all pretenses as civility gone. "You and yours, standing behind us, whispering in our ears... I wonder if yours REALLY know what you are awakening with those goals. If even your 'gods' know. I doubt it, that they are antagonizing the most evil, vicious mother fuckers to ever walk these worlds, without recognizing us for what we are. A plague. We grow, we multiply, and we spread. We are the ultimate disease, and we will BURN everything, if you don't stop. Because, right now, your kind, dragon, are driving us toward becoming the warriors that don't give two shits about anything. We will cheerfully drive ourselves down a spear shaft, and kill ourselves for the chance to hack your kind to pieces. One thousand, one million, numbers mean NOTHING to us, when our racial ire is roused. We are the destroyers, and if your kind is as wise as they make themselves out to be, let us wipe ourselves out, on each other. Don't help, as that will make us turn, as a collective, on you."<br/><br/>He gave her a small but completely evil smile, before taking a sip of his third mug. "But that is neither here nor there. So you go upstairs, with the others, so sure they can control me and my kind, and sleep tight. And maybe, just MAYBE, you and yours are REALLY in as much control as you like to delude yourselves. Because, if not, well... Jihad is something that we always have been good at."<br/><br/>He stood up, his third mug in hand, and headed for the stairs. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have to learn how to control my newest abilities. And Blossom will be quiet happy at how... rapid a student I am, I have no doubt."