Grace followed the faction leaders back into the council chamber, her mind still reeling from watching Celestia casually dismantle thirty angels like she was sorting mail.
"So," Seraph said, dropping back into her chair with zero grace whatsoever, "we're really doing this? Picking the next Pillar while the Veil's getting frisky?"
"We don't have a choice." Mara's voice, as usual, carried that mom energy that made you want to sit up straight. "Every day we wait is another day for corruption to spread. Besides, handling the Pillars will allow for clarity in dealing with the Veil."
[I think that makes sense... Though leaving the Veil alone makes me uneasy.]
Venus had already gone back to examining her nails.
"I still vote Bloom."
"And I still think that's dumb," Seraph shot back.
