For all our spells and skills, they can wipe it away with their will and cut us down. For all their plate and their swords we can destroy them with a thought and a word. To them we are dangerous, ripe for possession, and even though there are good men, kind women, those that mean well and mean to protect us from ourselves and their brethren they are far too few. Likewise we resent them for it, for their constant presence, their preaching, those of us they take away forever in the name of safety. Even with those like Vivienne, like Daylen that respect them for their work and mind them- too many of us are made to be afraid. Too many of us learned to hate them.

[ She gives Pel a moment to absorb that, perhaps more than a moment. ]

Do you understand the tension now?