Raylan knew he really ought to go to bed, but fuck it. He was still hurting and angry from what they'd seen in that cave, and it felt good to let that loose on someone, to really lash out and know that the person taking it at least partly deserved what he was getting. So he laughed bitterly, shaking his head as Anders shot back at him. He refused to look at the other mage until he was done, hard eyes squinting at him as Raylan picked up the thread.

"Just admit one thing," he said, holding up a finger. "Admit that you and most of the people who insist on freedom, as you call it, admit that most of you would have been just fucking fine without the Circle, and admit that a lot of the rest of us wouldn't. Admit that most of you lot, not all, but most, have money, well-controlled magic, or both, and admit that a lot of people don't have either of those things. Because the way I see it, you lot are a bunch of dangerous and short-sighted fucking fops and you're going to drag the rest of us into the muck with you because you would have been fucking fine without the Circle and you don't give a single shit about anyone who wouldn't have been."