Good effort, but I don't think the Star Trek IV reference was gonna land with this guy.
Veronica rolled her eyes. Ugh, I give up, she thought.
“You know what? Fine,” she said fiercely. “You don’t want me here and stones know I don’t want to be here. So banish me. Send me out into the human world and never think of me again.”
“It’s better for me,” she continued, referencing Star Trek IV, the whale one, “it’s better for you! It’s better for them.”
“After we have spent centuries preserving our freedom from human tyranny, your evil actions threaten to alert them to our existence. What possible reason would I have to further your corrupt goal?”
“Freedom?” Veronica shot back. “Asshole, this is not what freedom looks like.”
“There is consensus,” the Patriarch continued. “Little sister, you shall be returned to the stone and clay from which you were formed, You shall be unmade.”
What the hell is unmaking? “What?” Veronica asked faintly.
Gargoyles don’t kill, she thought desperately, they don’t go outside and they don’t wear decent clothes and they never ever ever kill. Ever. “What?” she asked in increasing shock, her jaw open.
“Preparations must be made. Brother, confine our sister in a cell.”
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