"Then we don't arrest him," Fauna said, her voice carrying bitter resignation. "We contain him. We restrict his movement. We..."
"Third: Faye Vesper," Leandros interrupted, his voice cutting through hers like a blade through silk. "A Chosen One of divine standing, operating under the explicit blessing of Zephyros himself. She has bound herself to Jack with a public declaration. She has positioned herself as his protector. And her power level is such that she can move faster than our guards can track, strike with force that our warriors cannot match, and do all of this while maintaining the moral high ground because she's technically defending her destined partner."
The weight of the analysis settled across the vault like a thick fog.
Gale's hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly, his frustration manifesting as physical violence directed at the table itself.
