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"Did you expect more, Vengeful One? Civil debate rarely happens on these occasions." Librus says, voice ever so lightly lined with venom. He was on the side of Arabella. She didn't outright say she wanted every Orc dead. She simply stated what she thought was best for her people. It may not have been a complete thought, but she cared for those that followed her. Revan and the others were simply fools who disliked the calmer, kinder spheres Arabella governed. To suddenly call Lady Love a cold-hearted killer was like branding a sheep an ox. The two were complete opposites. But, what irritated Librus the most was the fact that Revan thought himself leader of this gathering, acting like he is trying to keep it orderly. Each and every Immortal there knew things couldn't be civil long at these meetings. "Accusations like you make are sure to ruffle feathers. Think about what you say, and such things won't happen." Librus snaps at Revan. The Justice God's dark past and strength did not scare him. Especially not in a place like this.

So early in, and things were already going to turn into rolling argument. Librus' goggles turn and click, signifying his annoyance. "Now, we've discussed one solution to the problem. If that's all we have, then I suggest we move on to a different topic as well. This isn't going anywhere." Librus suggests to his peers, seconding Corallium's suggestion.

Librus' bony joints ached from frustration. Looks like things haven't changed in a thousand years.