Scary? [ Ozymandias shakes his head, thinking solely of the event’s impact on himself. He glances directly at JJ when the younger man plants his hand on his shoulder, but he does not brush it off. If he’s to make humans warm up to him, he’ll have to give in to these displays of camaraderie. ] I grant that this has been a troublesome inconvenience… but nothing more.

[ He continues along their chosen path, and as he elaborates further, his grip on the dead vultures’ neck tightens perceptively. ]

What I do find frightening is how disconnected these Nysans have become from the intent of their Gods.