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"I wish I was convinced." Ophelia replied sullenly, otherwise not adding very much to the discussion at all. They were both right, after a fashion, but their collective power and agency was very highly conditional--they had the power to make whatever moves on the proverbial board that they liked. They just couldn't see all of the board, nor intuit where their enemies would move their pieces--and thus it wasn't their power that bottlenecked them: it was assessing the strategy of where everyone else could move, and what everyone else wanted. Farren's rebellious streak was motivating, certainly, but more than that it was dangerous. Defiance... he didn't even know what he was defying. He'd felt the warping touch of Ego and thought himself learned in what that mysterious being wanted, but they knew virtually nothing of Ego's desires or abilities or plans. They had only a cryptic message and vague impressions, little tidbits given to them by the little ones--and while any information was better than none Ophelia knew they were still acting in the dark.

"What we are hasn't changed--we think, we feel, we judge, we act. Our means of action have expanded, but the other bits..." she began, but trailed off to imply the negative rather than stating it outright. She joined Gerlinde in gazing up at the moon and sighed wistfully, at least finding comfort in the light of Mother Moon and the gentle embrace of the Holy Moonlight Sword.