Meg

“I know your reasons for distrusting the Descended. I share them all. There are many, so many, wrongs to be addressed. I believe in the Guardians’ mission of bringing justice for the mortals—but some Guardians won’t stop until every Descended is dead.” Murmurs—too many—of agreement rumbled through the group, turning my stomach into stone. “Do you think they’ll stop there?” I pushed. “They wish death on anyone they deem different. What happens when they find you different because of your gender, your skin color, or your realm? Or the gods you worship or the people you love? What the Kindred did was a great injustice, but before they arrived, the mortals were at war with each other over these very things. We can’t abide that, either. Isn’t injustice our real enemy—in whatever form it takes and whoever it comes from?”
― Penn Cole, Heat of the Everflame