Deroe sat down and continued. "Brethren, what we say is true, and this leads to another proposal that such races should be left alone. It is unwise for other men to bring down discipline on such fools. Let their own excess dependence on the belief of something imaginary be the one to befall inevitable failure upon them, not us." He stared towards the Equestrian representatives, and back to the Triarian Argutus. "However, one question remains. If the "god" they worship is actually real, but technically just a very capable and powerful biological being, does that count upon the eventual doom of a race or is it actually a major factor in their advancement?"

[b]Ezten County, Homeworld[/b]
"Strange. Retsukuu always used to relax here while in free time. Does she have duties?" Odometus walked around, clearly looking for somebody. His eyes were all over the place already, but she was not here this time. 

"There are no duties scheduled for her, Odometus. She might just be on a different place. After all, it's tiring to go to the same place all over again." Idera turned her eyes toward him. She usually wore a suit and a trenchcoat that was all black except for the suit's inside, but today it was some sort of a black bodysuit-dress hybrid, as most of the black torso being tight with two blue glowing lines running across its height, while the rest of the body coverage, the white dress parts, went along freely with the wind. 

"I got my tracker, all of us in the Council has such chips to keep track of each other.... she's missing!" Odometus suddenly felt a sense of endangerment. "That tracker should have been able to detect even from the distant borders. Initiate emergency search!"