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Margaret "Maisie" snapped her head up sharply, "If you're looking for the source of death and violence, look at your ally! Cassius. Hollow, empty Cassius. If anything I give them a way to avoid her and you. The rules are plain and simple and despite certain opinions," she shot a look at Quagmire, "they believe them, follow them well, and it pays off. I show them the way to stay mortal, to stay on earth, and to stay safe from the cosmic. So they can die a painless death in their own small spaces. It's because of the void that fear exists. The weight of it, the crushing pressing weight." She lost her breath for a minute before continuing. Her voice was still very wet and emotional. "Of course you pay them no mind. You're all much to big to notice the goings-on of those you consider lesser. You only think of the feelings and thoughts of those you consider your equals. But that doesn't mean they don't have value." She addressed the room now. "You've all spent time in their bodies. Most of you for a very long time, but at the very least for the last hour. Didn't you feel your faces flush, feel the excitement stand your hair on end? Didn't you feel yourselves fill with air and see the way the light sparkles off glass? Haven't you felt the greatness of it? We made something fantastic, something that experiences the world as we never could, and you want to dash it against the rocks because the design isn't perfect!"