IWUAaDNW: Discovery 1.1, Exploration 2.3

I had a feeling that my ant wasn't the strongest creature ever. Something about how it was called 'small lesser Ant'. You never hear about 'small lesser Wuffikins, destroyer of worlds', I mean.

I felt her indignation at that thought. She could hear me? She was smart enough to be feel indignation?

Huh. Interesting. I'd never had smart minions before.

Smart... non-human, willing minions, that is.

—IWUAaDNW: Discovery 1.1



The difference here was that my current minions weren’t mindless bugs.

They were smart. Could remember. Had feelings.

This wasn’t throwing a few fruit flies at Lung’s flames; this was throwing people at someone who wanted to use their bones to make pointy sticks, for the sake of congeniality with said stick-maker.

At the same time… the minions I was controlling right now weren’t horrified at the thought. I could feel it in their minds; they knew what we were talking about, or at least had a general idea of what the discussion entailed. The wasp I’d sent at Gwen earlier hadn’t feared her mace, and would have taken the hit without complaint if I hadn’t pulled it back.

They weren’t people I was throwing at someone who wanted to use their bones; they were self-aware constructs made of magical stuff. Not people.

But they still had feelings. Maybe they would feel different after experiencing death once?

—WUAaDNW: Exploration 2.3