For some reason Aventurine talking so smugly about the damage he caused just pisses him off. He shoves the barrel of his gun in closer, pressing it up against his forehead, mouth twisting into a snarl. "And here I thought if the IPC didn't get what they wanted they just started firebombing." No casualties. Fuck that. Sure, he doesn't want innocents to die, but sometimes life just ain't fair and he's feeling that sting right now. "But I guess maybe people care about what happens to Penacony. Can't get away with annihilating a population just to scoop up a few resources with that many eyes on it, huh?" Yeah, yeah, he knows the IPC wants Penacony for other reasons than its natural resources (though it probably wants to mine that memoria too) but it's still true. A lot more people would notice what happened to Penacony than what happened at home.

"If she's helpin' you, all the more reason to rub her out." He rolls his eye at Aventurine's question about standing a chance against an Emanator of Nihility. "I got a few ideas. If she's been hangin' out in that dream then she's asleep in the real world, right? Seems forkin' easy to me. Then all I gotta handle is Reverie security." He's not obliged to play fair, after all.