"Perhaps that's true" she steps away from the Shadowhunter, judging she was relatively safe. Nuwa is absolutely confident about her fighting skills she feels she can just have a leisurely talk in the middle of a city being assaulted. She chuckles, a bit thoughtful. "More often than not I see factions descending on others en masse to try to obliterate their enemies. Every day, at least one major attack against each other. It's an ugly state of affairs, and all I have seen here today reminds me a lot of it all"

Whoever wins doesn't matter in the long run, really. One side will recoup losses and strike back, and the cycle keeps going on without stopping. It's endless. Only a decisive blow can stop it.

...so perhaps Stacia has a point there, she thinks.

"Yes, perhaps others lack the wisdom to realize what you said"