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If the Denarians are trapped in Demonreach...

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Mira:

--- Quote from: Avernite on March 24, 2019, 04:01:20 PM ---So I looked up the relevant passage, and I think Michael is a bit more nuanced than we are discussing, his only SPECIFIC explanation is (SF chapter 15):
"You want to talk to them?" I asked Michael. "You've got to be kidding me."
"I didn't say that," Michael replied. "But I will not set out to simply murder them and have done. It's a solution, Harry. But it isn't good enough."

Seems to me he doesn't reject hunting them so much as the apparent subtext of setting out to kill them.

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Exactly,  that is the whole point of the Holy Knights, the bit that Murphy couldn't stomach...  They will hunt them but their purpose is NOT to kill them unless there is no alternative... They will fight them into submission, then hopefully they will surrender their coins,  then they let them go to find their way to redemption if they can, or not...  If they don't surrender, the fight goes on until Knight or the other dies, or the Denarian retreats, as Nic did at the end of Skin Game when he realized he couldn't win the fight against the Holy Light Sabor of Butters...  He knows when to retreat, that his how he has survived these past 2,000 years..  If they can pursue, they do, but usually the Knight him or herself is pretty spent and the Denarian lives to fight another day..

nadia.skylark:

--- Quote ---Seems to me he doesn't reject hunting them so much as the apparent subtext of setting out to kill them.
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I just don't get why he wouldn't just say something like "I'm glad to help you track them down and rescue Marcone, but I won't just kill them, Harry." It feels like he's refusing to even actively go looking for them prepared to fight. After all, the original context in which Harry asked for his help was for a rescue mission--Harry just got derailed when they worked out that Nicodemus was involved.

morriswalters:

--- Quote ---“They’ve already blown up a building, tried to murder me, and set off a situation that nearly got your own children burned down in the cross fire. In what way has it not come to that?”
Instead of answering, Michael shook his head, took up Amoracchius, and walked further into the house.
I scowled after him for a minute and muttered darkly under my breath.
“You confused him,” Sanya rumbled.
I glanced at the dark-skinned Knight. “What?”
“You confused him,” Sanya repeated. “Because of what you did.”
“What? Lying to the Council? I don’t see that I had much choice.”
“But you did,” Sanya said placidly. He reached into the gym bag on the floor next to him and drew out a long saber, an old cavalry weapon—Esperacchius. A nail worked into the hilt declared it a brother of Michael’s sword. He started inspecting the blade. “You could have simply moved to attack them.”
“By myself? I’m bad, but I’m not that bad.”
“He’s your friend. He would have come with you. You know that.”
I shook my head. “He’s my friend. Period. You don’t do that to your friends.”
“Precisely,” Sanya said. “So instead you have placed your own life in jeopardy in order to protect his beliefs. You risk your body to preserve his heart.” He brought out a smooth sharpening stone and began stropping the saber’s blade. “I suppose he considers it a particularly messianic act.”
“That’s not why I did it,” I said.
“Of course it isn’t. He knows that. It isn’t easy for him. Usually he’s the one protecting another, willing to pay the price if he must.”
I exhaled and glanced after Michael. “I don’t know what else I could have done.”
“Da,” Sanya agreed. “But he is still afraid for you.” He fell quiet for a moment, while his stone slid along the sword’s blade.
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nadia.skylark:
...I'm not sure what you're saying, here.

morriswalters:
Some tasty quotes from Small Favor, in the Chapel.
--- Quote ---“It’s okay to be mad at God about it, son. It ain’t His fault, what happened, but He understands.”
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--- Quote ---“You gotta think that maybe there’s a matter of balance, here,” he said. “Maybe one archangel invested his strength in this situation overtly and immediately. Maybe another one was just quieter about it. Thinking long-term. Maybe he already gave you a hand.”
My right hand erupted into pins and needles again.
I sucked in a swift breath and rose, spinning around.
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--- Quote ---“Why?” I demanded. “Why did you want the Denarians stopped? Why send the hobs to kill the Archive? Why recruit me to save the Archive and Marcone in the event that the hobs failed?”
Mab paused, turned, casually showing off the gorgeous curves of her calves, and tilted her head at me. “Nicodemus and his ilk were clearly in violation of my Accords, and obviously planning to abuse them to further his ambition. That was reason enough to see his designs disrupted. And among the Fallen was one with much to answer for to me, personally, for its attack upon my home.”
“The Black Council attack on Arctis Tor,” I said. “One of them used Hellfire.”
Mab showed me her snow-white teeth. “The Watchman and I,” Grimalkin mewled for her, “had a common enemy this day. The enemy could not be allowed to gain the power represented by the child Archive.”
I frowned and thought of the silver hand that had batted the fallen angel and his master sorcerer around as if he’d been a stuffed practice dummy. “Thorned Namshiel.”
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