Tooke threw the fruit hard, which Robin caught skilfully at the end of his sword - it burst open, showering them in a golden spangling light.
"Why could you have not used those tricks when we needed them?"
"I could not."
"But why?"
Robin appeared to be genuinely mournful and his youthful composure seemed to ague. He looked grimly at the ground and then back at Tooke who was waiting for an answer.
"If the Fey had license over the affairs of Men, they would run this world outright. I can solve a problem here and there individually, but I cannot affect history, for my own world would crumble with such an effort.
"Unlike men we know exactly our borders of what we can and cannot do. Our instincts are sharp to this; our faculties know the cosmic limits of our racial interactions...
"I have a history with you, but there is only so much that I can ever manifest - even to save a brother for whom I am most cherished of."
"I now know this well." Tooke said - understanding that in the world of Men there was only so much that the Holy could do on behalf of the rest - and if it were otherwise the world's salvation would be guaranteed, were it not so compromised then by the few.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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