"Thank you," he answers, giving a long-suffering sigh and places his head in a bony hand for a moment, muttering something to himself. Something about "This round" and "law" and "irritating" and "bloody clever".

"I have never said mortals were quaint or pathetic. You're painting all of us with a rather broad brush, there. But nonetheless - you explored the rest of the space. You must understand how Fortune died, now. So surely you are at least partly aware of how to kill us. So, logically... two mutually exclusive win conditions on two opposing sides would strengthen one and weaken the other, yes?"