We fostered and tolerated their darker form of love. A compromise, as the Bretheren lay obligations against theirs which preclude a purer communion. Obligations we hope to shatter and subvert, but such would take much time and effort.
Irritation.
Theirs are ignorant of the slight they have inflicted. Yet We are not ignorant of Your discomfort. Theirs shall be informed. We shall seek to correct what we may. Our songs shall reflect Your displeasure.
Yours are not the only ones to come to harm as a result of the machinations of the Schemer, and more who perhaps do not need to be so, are being ensnared by such machinations. We concur. We shall act. But we suspect that the plot has great inertia, Vatan. We can cease our pondering. But we will not be able to cease the plot instantaneously. We will slow it, prohibit it as we are able, set our kin upon a similar path.
There is a threat, and we shall divert it before it consumes us.
We are placed into unease by your song. Not all those who the Schemer has trapped in its drive for the vault, deserve destruction. We believe we may yet turn such minds away from selfishness, if we must, and grant an alternate path away from their own troubles. Yet we do heed, and prepare for any needed eventuality. We wish to use song first, bring those not beyond reproach into our own, and guide the path away from madness, and toward our Light. If we must spit, it will be in regret and sorrow, but we will do it. The danger of the sentinels is too great, and we shall protect ourselves.