"Unacceptable."
"We will not stand for rejection."
"What you're doing here is worse than even we could think of."
"Rather low standards then."
"Quit with the petty squabbling,"
"My lord,"
"My liege,"
"Enough talk," a dark outline stepped – the movement felt heavy and tense, there was a purpose, or so it seemed, "-tell me," the outline reached up and pulled a seat, "-we called this meeting to resolve yesterday's affairs."
"I see we're back to speaking terms," another figure came from the other end, "-we're here to discuss yesterday's battle. As they say, to the winning goes the spoils."
"Evidently," the taller outline hunched over in thought, "-there's much we could have done to avoid what happened. Then again, no strategy could best raw violence… coming from a demon, it's rather shameful."
"You see the absurdity then?"
"Yeah, it's very much so."
