When someone tells you, ‘I love you,’ and then you feel, ‘Oh, I must be worthy after all,’ that’s an illusion. That’s not true. Or someone says, ‘I hate you,’ and you think, ‘Oh, God, I knew it; I’m not very worthy,’ that’s not true either. Neither one of these thoughts hold any intrinsic reality. They are an overlay. When someone says, ‘I love you,’ he is telling you about himself, not you. When someone says, ‘I hate you,’ she is telling you about herself, not you. World views are self views—literally.
So. Who burnt it down? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
...I did. I set it on fire.
No. No you didn't. Sun?
Don't look at me. Look at Corsac.
What?! I didn't burn it.
Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was burnt?
Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's still somewhat on fire.
No it's not!
If it matters, probably not, but Fennec was the last one to be seen with fire dust.
Liar! I don't even use that crap!
Oh really? Then what were you doing holding it before you got crushed?
My brother was passed out and I was trying to kill you so I took his dagger. Everyone knows that Ghira!
Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it Blake.
No! Who broke it!?
Blake… Ilia’s been awfully quiet.
*Everyone starts arguing*
I burned it down. I couldn’t see Ilia in the dark so I shot some fire dust bullets at Dad's plants. I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and an Ursa head on a stick. Good. I was missing all the main plot in Haven.