"Simple ability to recognise danger then. Does not confirm intelligence. Although frequently hard to confirm intelligence of a creature you are trying to murder, or is trying to murder you." She pauses. "I am assuming that there is no way that has yet been discovered to disable Sheikah technology from a distance?"

"I'm not sure I like the tone of this line of thought. Ganon's monsters murder everything they can except each other. And sometimes each other. Sure, they make camps and stuff, but they don't do art or games unless it's sparring practice and they don't have a language and they're evil."

"I was not arguing that they are the enemy, although I have not, as such, encountered 'evil' as an absolute. I will have to accept your word on this. And I rather anticipate that you have absolutely no option in your dealings with them. If it is kill or be killed, I would rather suggest killing before dying. It seems the wiser choice on the whole."

"I am more curious about Epimetheus' question regarding whether or not you had attempted to discover a way to shut down Sheikah technology from a distance? Although if you are at a lower level - no offence - of technology than they themselves were, I rather suspect that it would be unlikely that you have succeeded in manufacturing technology capable of depowering them..."

She makes a broad shrug. "Purah and Robbie are the only people I've heard of who know much about tech. Purah fixed the Slate, once. Robbie makes armor that's good at softening Guardian shots."

"I feel that I would have rather liked to meet them," Prometheus says. "I do like talking technology with people and comparing notes. And perhaps I would have been able to assist them in creating something to take out the Guardians that is less of a risk to life and limb. Then again, perhaps not."

"If you could make me a Guardian cannon of my very own I'd be willing to part with quite a lot. Like. Ten thousand rupees, where my house cost three thousand."

"...Well, I could hardly ask you to pay more than your house is worth!" Prometheus sounds almost scandalised at that suggestion. "And I cannot promise it will be an accurate replica, but if you do not mind me borrowing the core I can probably figure something out? Do you have any other specifications to the weapon? Given the power output this has, if it's not being required to power movement of something the size of a house, I rather expect I will be able to increase the power output to several times the output a Guardian gets..."

'Sidora chuckles. "He will be honestly offended if you don't let him build it now."

"It's a small house. And..." She describes Guardian beams as she wants them replicated. They're not a laser. They might be a plasma bolt of some kind? A plasma bolt that travels at about fifty meters a second, doesn't suffer any gravity drop or inaccuracy, and doesn't lose power over distance.

Prometheus makes a thoughtful sound. Produces a tablet computer of his own and starts producing simulations, trying to work out the best way to make this work. "This may take a few minutes," he admits. "But I am sure I can manage something."

"I've got more guardian bits for you to work with." Tap, tap, appear. 

They're various mechanical pieces. Springs, gears, shafts, plating, screws. All kind of stupidly durable and surprisingly light, but not much else.

Prometheus pokes at the bits, scans them, nods. "This will definitely help with assembly," he states, adjusting his calculations. "Would you mind if I took these, temporarily? I do not think that Bar would be best pleased at me assembling a weapon in the main area? Besides which, I have more materials in our rooms?"

"He is not intending to steal them," Epimetheus feels the need to clarify. "He will be insulted that I even thought that needed clarifying."

(Prometheus does, indeed, seem mildly insulted.)

"Yeaaah sorry but I don't know you lot from the Yiga, how about a little collateral?"

"How do people stand in terms of collateral?" Epimetheus asks, tilting her head. "If I am understanding Sir's feelings on this matter correctly he has no intention of going anywhere any time soon? Equally we have a weapon or two of our own that we can hand to you until such a time as Prometheus is ready to return your new weapon to you?"

"Some sum of money, or something sentimental, or that weapon, or whatever. Just... Enough that if you decided to run off with the core I wouldn't have gotten nothing out of it, and I expect to hand it all right back in a few hours and either get a shiny Guardian beam or the news that it's impossible."

'Sidora looks thoughtful for a moment, and then reaches into the collar of his shirt to pull two rings on a leather string. He undoes a clasp at the back, and holds it out.

('Metheus makes a distressed sound, and 'Sidora hushes him.)

"Our parents engagement rings," he says, gesturing at himself, Epime and 'Metheus. "Trust me when I say we're not going anywhere without them."

She nods carefully. "Thank you, and - sorry we both have to trust."

"We do," 'Sidora agrees, with a slight nod. "I think you're not the kind of person to run off with something unless you thought it was warranted."

"With permission, I will withdraw to construct?" Prometheus says, tilting his head slightly.