[The protests fall upon ears that have learned to train out such falsities. They do not exist. He is little more than a false recreation - some empty-shelled husk, meant to trick them, meant to spur them into stopping. They will not stop. They do not stop, not for a mess of aliens who oppose the Savrii.]
[Who oppose the only people with the power to remake and destroy them.]
[The power to remake and destroy the real Asriel.]
[There's an earsplitting shrill of crimson-worked steel off the curve of the disk. Interesting. These...things seem to favor the same sort of fighting style that Asriel himself did. A disk. Perhaps it has his mind nestled away in it.]
[As if they could be trusted around such a thing.]
[The child spins, seeking to take the legs out from under him with a well-placed kick aimed at his knees.]
no subject
[Who oppose the only people with the power to remake and destroy them.]
[The power to remake and destroy the real Asriel.]
[There's an earsplitting shrill of crimson-worked steel off the curve of the disk. Interesting. These...things seem to favor the same sort of fighting style that Asriel himself did. A disk. Perhaps it has his mind nestled away in it.]
[As if they could be trusted around such a thing.]
[The child spins, seeking to take the legs out from under him with a well-placed kick aimed at his knees.]