<<I think she might not have heard you. It's no problem, I'm just trying to avoid confrontation. She would most-likely pick up a stool and try to hit you with it, or take a finger with her tail. She....agrees with her father's actions. I'm hoping she'll come to see reason after she gets a bit older, she's still very young. At least as far as the war goes.>> He glances at Mar and smiles again with his main eyes.
Ossanlin then turns his main eyes to Thordon. <Thordon...the people here...they come from many different places and many different walks of life, not all of them sanguine. But people do change. Do you have any...well...evildo ers in your civilization? Powerful beings who oppress and rejoice in shadow? Well...Breekan's pseudo-father is something of a...well...a god in our Universe, opposed by another being of great power. One can't really express in terms of black and white, but...Breekan's sort-of father, Crayak, is definitely the darker shade of gray. And the Mar you see...well it's only a singular projection of a massive entity that is not truly guided by emotion.> Ossanlin flicks his main eyes at Mar, knowing very well that that last part isn't entirely true. <People who do not guide themselves by moral and emotional guidelines tend to do...ruthless things. Logic can be cold, and desperation can make monsters in some cases. But people do change, Breekan is not nearly the person he used to be, and Mar seems to be undergoing some change in the mortal form as well.>