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“You’re not very loyal,” Isaac said as Alice took his hand.

“Loyalty,” Ashes sniffed, “is for dogs. Cats have better sense.”

The more he didn’t know, she reasoned, the easier he would be to fool.

“Patience, my friend.”

“I’m not your friend. And I’m not patient.”

Of course, where magic is involved, appearances don’t mean much.

“There’s this thing called dignity that some cats have been known to have. You might want to look into it.”

“A cat is always dignified, no matter what position he finds himself in,” Ashes said. “A half-cat even more so.”

Some things are more important than following the rules.

Aren’t they?

I must say, you are the least unintelligent human I have ever met.

The truth can be useful, sometimes. Assuming you can convince people.

“What do you see here?”

“Books?”

“Indeed, books. They are the ocean in which magic swims.”

“Don’t tell me this is about protecting humanity,” Alice said. “None of you cares one bit about the people in the real world. This is about power, just as it always has been. You’re afraid of losing a little bit of power.”

They have servants. I’d rather have friends.

But it’s not justice that they’re mostly concerned with, it’s division of the loot.