The Isle

"That's not what it means," Mal said, rolling her eyes. "It means you're up to your pointy little ears in a single narrow way of thinking that you close your eyes and ears to any other idea. And don't you go judging me by my looks, you'll learn all the ways you're making a mistake," she snapped, her eyes starting to go green.


"Oookay," Ben said, physically picking her up around the waist. He turned and set her beside him instead of in front of him, then leaving one arm around her, turned to face Foulques again.

"Let's all calm down and take a figurative step back. You don't know how we are fight here and we don't know how you fight. And with hope, hard work, and luck, we won't have to do much if any fighting while you are all stuck here. So why don't we just agree that as different species we do not know each other's biology, and as people from different world we have different ways we have been trained. Teaching each other is fine. Wonderful even. But fighting amongst ourselves helps none of us. We need to work together, with each other. Not against each other."