"Good. Stars know how often mortals get killed from merely indulging curiosity. You're a fragile lot, haring off begging trouble isn't wise." At least Myr did seem to understand that on some level! And yet here he is speaking to an Ascian. Certainly he doesn't really understand the true implications of that, or what Ascians actually did, but that was neither here nor there.

He'd learn eventually, likely.

There's another faint tap. "No." The answer is immediate and certain. Irhya's worthless, and hardly a threat. "Those who would try to fight us are inevitably fed lengthy tales about our evil and how it will bring ruin to the world. Which is absolute nonsense, but when you hear such nonsense from childhood's hour you're oft not terribly inclined to listen to words contrary to your careful education." He sounds disgusted. Destroy the world? Hardly! They were dedicated to saving it!

"..Ah, but being sidetracked - where do things stand now, between your Maker and all else? Where does this lead?"