Sylvanus Phoenix had yet to state his position.
Corbin Crowley's gaze swept past the five eggs, his voice cold: "Ordinary clan members? Wishful thinking. Stillborns nourished by the resentment and gloom of The Beast Graveyard—who knows what kind of temperament they'll develop once hatched? If they never learn the truth of their origins, perhaps all is well, but if they ever discover they're born of the old Clan Leader's bloodline, do you think they'll reconcile themselves to life as mere commoners? And then there's the blood feud for their mother's death. Hmph… who knows what they'll do, then?"
Zeke Veridian nodded in agreement, his voice indifferent, "Corbin speaks wisely. These five atavisms are born of resentment, and they harbor a grudge against Sylvanus, too. For now, unaware and ignorant, they pose no threat. But once aware of their lineage, they're sure to become seeds of disaster. Showing mercy and sparing them is hardly prudent."
