Mithias looked away from his display orb, having seen enough. "For your information..." Began the unimpressed immortal once all accusations had flown. "The Imperium of Man didn't fail, it was attacked, and even the resultant damage failed to destroy it. What you blithely see as civil war was ultimately orchestrated by outside forces, something that could easily happen again, Necron." Mithias waved his floating orb away. "And this detailed information you so rapidly flash before our eyes is slanted and manipulative. You leave out critical time periods and distort the Y-axis to make your claims look believable." Mithias scoffed. "You vastly underestimate the minds of the champions your council has summoned here." Of course, he said nothing of the giant lizard dude who was totally buying into all of it. He looked around at his eclectic compatriots, then went on. "The Emperor did it better my friend. He accounted for problems that your infantile empire would be fraught with, but even still, I have not yet chosen a side."

Mithias looked back to his accuser. "It has not escaped my, or several others', notice that you move quickly to eliminate me as soon as you identify a potential opponent. You have no grounds for accusation, for I was summoned to this meeting, not of my own will, and I can no more be damned for using my third eye as a flying creature can be damned for using its wings." Mithias had no idea how the Silent King knew he had telepathy, but it was obvious he did. "Still, if you insist, then I motion to be pardoned, or for any trial to be postponed in light of wartime emergency and the apparent, immediate need for my service. In other words, we don't have time for your games, Necron." 

Some new being with an eyepatch suddenly materialized and joined the council members. Mithias casually regarded her and said nothing of it. 

"Council Member Oswald." Mithias had read his name from his mind and admitted it. "You say we are to chose a side in this interstellar species war, yet I say to you, why? What gives us the right to decide who is to live and die and what species is most fit to survive? Why should we deprive natural selection from taking its course among the stars? If these worlds bear the capacity to defend themselves, then why not allow them to do so? If the Silent King can take them, then they should be his."