[Why? Why do these freaks and strangers and gods and villains not care? Why does learning these horrific things about people not make them change their minds, why do they--

The anger boils, bitter and hot in both of her hearts.

But does it burn hotter than Meridian, half blinding as the sun?]

You don't agree with it because it's inefficient?

[Somewhere in the real world, her fingers curl in to fists. Her nails, thankfully, are cut to the quick.]

Two idiots agreed to it.

[Corrections.]

Why do you fools rush to a thing that, for all the time upon time upon time they have claimed to have had to experiment, still does not have the answer? You cannot turn your mind to something new? You can not use those wondrous skills in thinking so superior to the rest of us who can only act, in order to find something else that isn't fusing shards together into glowing masses that scream?

[... If someone were to think "is this just about me?"... they might be justified. But.]