He assumes they are all determined to succeed. They certainly are determined, in every respect. It comes so very easily to them; the most determined creature in the entire universe.

Regrettably.

"Security, perhaps," they comment, idly. Pluck a strand of grass between their fingers and twirl it, smiling as though they are not a consistent, constant destructive force, unable to so much as sit still without seeking out an object to rake their loathsome hands over and destroy, destroy destroy. "Would that not be neckcellent?"