He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
"The family whose home we appeared in thought of that too. All the stuff you have reds for we can do at a distance, by magic. It was a little unsettling to realize there was a whole caste of people who have to deal with that kind of thing."
"The internet rather gave us the impression that that was because they expected to be murdered once extraneous. Not that that justifies it, but it does make us cautious about the possibility of magically making them extraneous."
"In their situation I'm not sure I'd believe the people in question. And I imagine if you pensioned them off you wouldn't let them have children."
"I'm sure. What would be really convenient would be if we could clean them somehow--I understand that's generally considered to be impossible, but that's without magic. It's too soon to tell, anyway, we don't know much of anything about how hereditary pollution works."
"That may depend on how ongoing an assist you're willing to be. At normal yield we don't have the farmland to self-support and the entire global food economy has been thrown into a shambles over Voa's behavior, and we just have no way to credibly inform the populace that they'll be more responsible in the future. They haven't even arrested the perpetrator."
"If it means ending a war, I'm willing to commit to ongoing food production assistance."
"Well, what matters isn't whether it's called a ceasefire or an end to the war, what matters is that people not die."