Aside from the occasional clarifying question, the mighty silver remains quiet, listening intently, while Aviendha remains nuzzled together with him. Only when he finishes does Bahamut speak. "An interesting proposal, to be certain. I know I would like nothing more than to end this eternal war, although I do see a few problems. As you yourself are no doubt aware, my sister doesn't merely desire dominion over our kind, but all species. Convincing her to put a permanent end to hostilities would be a task beyond any I can imagine. Second, you would have to personally convince nearly every dragon in existence to participate, as, being such independent creatures, convincing one will not have much influence on any others, as opposed to humankind, where a single zealot can turn thousands, even millions. Finally, I, too, have seen the future you speak of. However, unlike you, I also see the broader future, and, while I have no intention of allowing complete extinction... I see the eventual end of our race as inevitable, and not an altogether bad thing. Magic wanes, perpetually, and there will come a time when magic, and the gods, will no longer hold sway. Only a fool would fight the fate of the multiverse."