"Odd that your son should be defended by seemingly the same people we were hired to clear off, isn't it?" Amon can't help herself from asking from her cover, out of her line of sight as she backs away, thankful that at least her anger wasn't directed at her own team.

At Cybele's wisdom, good or bad, she ponders. "Allegiances seem so changeable at your level. Fine, I'm not fast on picking up emotional context, so I'll admit there's a lot I can't know and perhaps should respect. But that woman... You make the oddest friends, Cybele."

We're pathetic, unable and unwilling to fight... we shouldn't even be ninjas...