"I may not agree with Ephraim's methods, but these kids do need to learn how to handle weapons. We've got kids here whose powers are limited to being able to breathe underwater and talk to birds." She grabbed her duffel and set it on a table, reaching inside to pull out a box of rounds to slide into her stripper clips. "And if you want to make a point, make it with words. We've all got enough problems without trying to kill each other." Tempting as it sounded at times, she thought to herself. "Hell's bells, we have the kings of three Pantheons coming to slaughter us. If you want to argue, maybe argue about ways to make it less likely we all die."