"Does anyone have a problem with this preposition?"
Nobody says a word. Not even a single rustle echoes around the room as they stand in a shocked awe at what has been achieved in just a matter of ours: Peace for our kind. A few months ago, even I would have been sceptical over the possibility of such a behemoth feat being achieved, and yet here we all stand, united under one banner, preparing to face my scheming snake of a brother, or die trying.
Of course, that is not to say we won't lose a few to the hands of doubt or the potent will of my brother- those who doubt my integrity, and the peace. But that at the very least is something I have prepared for such events (though my methods may not be as favourable as some of the angels would have liked).
Fortunately for them, however, I will not be killing anyone. But leaving traitors to fester over their thoughts in the dungeons is always a safe bet for wearing away at their resolve.
