"I get that, I do, you don't think I miss flying as far as I could without having to worry about itchy talismans or cloaks so I don't get shot at by missiles?" Even then, those didn't always work, they didn't last forever and they were expensive. Granted, it wasn't as bad as roasting in the sun but she felt like she was trapped in her own skin sometimes. "But that's the way it is. I can't protect the people here if you drag them into a war, Mircea."
Yeah, obviously it wasn't ideal. But she wasn't a politician or a strategist. Jayati could only work with what she had, what the situation was, and that happened to be the majority of their population in sequestered cities. Some preferred hiding in plain sight in the human population, others found niche spots that hadn't been hit too bad yet. But she couldn't help them. Jayati believed in solutions she could actually master now not one that took fifteen steps and a dozen variables to fall in line. As far as she could see, this was making a bad situation worse.
Jayati rolled her eyes, "Minimal violence? Was that her sales pitch? You think the Undersea citizens who have watched whole cities be destroyed are going to be willing to calmly sit down to negotiate?" Now he was just being naive, and she made it clear how she felt about that, "Eight hundred-year-old grudges for dead family members will not be forgotten with a handshake once someone has made them think vengeance is possible."