Philip did not break the mold others had created. She hadn't truly expected him too, but she had allowed room for the possibility.
Frowning slightly, Witch thought back, seeking the analogy she had supposedly laid forth. She vaguely recalled the conversation, but it barely even deserved to be called a conversation. A few sentences back and forth at best?
Nodding at wat Chambers' said, she made a small hand wave toward him, highlighting his words.
"That. Your tools of the modern age are built off of the Lie. The physics and mathematics that sleepers believe rule. But we know better," she said, her voice emphasizing the 'we' into a more global we than just the three gathered.
"Everything that makes the bullet powerful - we can alter. Or the effects." Stop the bullet, slow the bullet, change the bullet. Or heal the wound. Or go back in time. The possibilities were endless.
Or should be.
"By ... equating the tools of the Lie to what we know to be the truth, you aren't fighting fire with fire. You are feeding the Lie. Reinforcing it. You are making the Lie the Truth." Witch paused to take a breath.
To count to 5 quickly in her head.
She hadn't gotten wound up thankfully, but she could hear the arguments echoing in her ears, could see (this time) the anger that would follow if she kept talking. So she hit 5, exhaled and looked to Philip Crosen , seeing if he followed her so far.