When Gyre slams his fist on the table, Haizea jumps up to her feet, fists clenched as tight as her jaw. That slight bit of violence from him is triggering her flight or fight response, and for her the only option has always been ‘fight’. She glances around the kitchen slightly, trying to take stock of everything in reach that could be used as a weapon if this gets to that point.

“A dozen people a year is small price to pay for literally everyone else in the world gettin’ to live! Just ‘cause my kids are at the forefront of my mind don’t mean they’re all I care about!” she snarls, goddamn she’s so mad at this obtuse man. She’d say more but then Garrot actually puts himself between the two of them and she’s even angrier. How dare he tell her what to do! Like he could make her go along with their plans, plans that as far as she’s still concerned still have a real high chance of ending the whole dang world.

She’s fixing to say just that, when the Wizard drops her bombshell.

“...Okay, now I do think you’re lyin’. Even if we believe you don’t control the monsters, despite you actually gettin’ the tenth monster to come freak me out at the ramen place the other day, didn’t you destroy that whole fuckin’ town the first year this all went down?”