"Ok, Faye," Avis said, rounding on her ex-cabal mate, "if you're such a fucking expert on destiny then why don't you figure out a fucking way to show the people going into the past a Way to read it so they'll know who is destined to die, and who isn't? How does that sound? Because, unless you literally have evidence indicating one thing or another, then you're being just as fucking hubrisitic by assuming you can judge their fates. Because, that's kind of the whole point of this Reality Shift: destiny is being put in a headlock and what was supposed to be might change.
"And for another thing," Avis continued, glaring at the Enchantress, "the Council can't get shit in order until your path elects someone to represent them. So why don't you go fucking figure that out before you try and hand out advice from your fucking 'la-de-da everything goes my way' high horse."