"Do you know who you are playing with?" he asked. The betrayal stung. Puck had had some vague hope that somehow Nervina had just been scouting around, staying close for information. This would have been a dangerous game, but worse still, he seemed genuinely in love."Next you will be blaming him for Atlantis. What is your problem?"
"You just do not get it, do you?" bit back Puck exasperated. "How many mortals has this demon tortured and killed - some he took over and consumed from the inside? Do you realize?"
"So a few died. They die anyway, and then they pop up again. What is the problem with them leaving early? Mark is a history shaper - and history always has its martyrs."
Puck felt the end of the conversation with this being said - there was going to be no way of getting through to Nervina. His insensitivity to the human condition and their suffering was commonplace amongst the Fey - they simply did not feel any of it. As for their own personal tributes to loss and suffering, such commemorating was done with a polished melancholy.
Puck preferred to think him as being innocent to the evil he was spouting; yet naive or not, his best friend was sleeping with the enemy, and there was nothing he could do or say to break that spell.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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