[It's an interesting question, isn't it? Willpower against synchronization. A crystal feather appears in her fingers, like a razorblade against his cheek.]

Who else would? No one else can even challenge the way you look at things...

[She slides the blade down along his jaw, without drawing any blood, and smirks.] War will come. Or, really, with this as it is? Extermination will come. I want them at least limping and scared before it comes to that.