Greetings, Connor. Of the Senate. ( There is a warmth to her voice that nearly hints laughter. ) I'm afraid I misunderstand you. Truly, I came before your conclave, an assembly of your people. Should you not be the one who knows them better than I?

I assume only fear, stoked by those with personal ambitions. In the name of peace, I choose to think no more of it. I choose to disregard. I choose to believe... Ephes can still be a friend.