Einstein's assessment was only too close to the truth for comfort. "I see what you mean. As someone who's lived here for some time now, I can only agree. You wouldn't believe the amount of pointless infighting I've been witness to. And yet, I doubt you'll actually achieve more through other means. More power to you if you do, of course, but if experience tells us one thing, it's that numbers matter." Her points were very valid, of course, but no matter how lacking their organization was, the mystagogue couldn't think of any better alternative.
"Just to correct you on one thing, though" the doctor added "I'l hoping to find a cure for Avis, not to Avis." Wishful thinking, probably, but still, the Acanthus wasn't anything if not hopeful.
"Think what you will of my political motives - or lack thereof. I'm busy enough trying to handle the Mysterium." he finished with.