Ryth: *as Mayuri leaves the office, he speaks, still frighteningly calm* ... Me? Fearful? Or is it the other way around, I wonder...
We are Guardians of Order, fool. As much as you have strayed from that path, there is a hierarchy and tradition we have established over time. Do well to respect it, lest you face the wrath of the Council and your fellow Guardians. Descending into petty factionalism.. Such a child. I wonder myself how you steeled yourself to become one of us Guardians.
I extend an olive branch, Mayuri. However, cross me and the interests of our race, and I will ensure death becomes your greatest desire. Think on it, and good day.
*Ryth gives a patronizing smile and closes the door to his office, leaving Mayuri outside*