There were so many ways this discussion could be steered, but nothing would quell the rising fury she'd lit in the dragon knight. She looks Haizea over for a moment, settling back into her usual smirk as she decides to pinch the fuse where it's burning rather than let it all explode.

"You don't want me to answer you." She begins, casually approaching Haizea. She's going to get right in her face, here, a strange glow radiating from her space-filled eyes.

"You'd rather millions, billions are hurt each year. Traumatized by this 'game'. Despairing over the end to come." Her voice stays steady, calm, but there's the slightest accusatory note to her words. Tell her she's wrong, Haizea.