"No one is a fiddle!" Gyre snarls at him, throwing his hands into the air. "If you have a better plan, I want to hear it! I want everyone to hear it, but the second you assume that the world will be saved, no matter what we do, we have lost."

He takes a deep breath at that, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. After a beat, he retreats a step back from Luka, trying to find his ground again. "I'm not asking you to prostrate yourself for anyone. I am asking you not to threaten people if you don't intend to follow through."