"You say as if this," Deep Blue spread his arms, palms facing forward. "This… is my mess. My doing. I am not the one sitting at the council. I am merely a pawn, a sword, your weapon. I am clearly not the one in control now, am I?"
The stunned murmurs from the nine old looking men pleased him. They knew the being before them had a point. They just refused to take any responsibility, acting as if they are children, as if they are incapable of failure. What a deluded way to live. He almost felt sorry for them.
