Lord have mercy on us all

Corsair's turned over ears flicked. His tongue rolled against the roof of his mouth, words still foreign on his tongue. He allowed his sisters to speak first, chalk and cheese that pair. It was a good question, but the whirling cogs inside his brain needed more information before he could provide an answer. He blinked once and then tilted his head as he stared at Gilgamesh. "Why are you fighting them?" he counter questioned. "If they've wronged you and they know it, or if they are trespassing, why hold back? If they are a stranger, if you are on mutual ground, if they've done nothing to provoke you... Perhaps it is better to assess?" Without a context, the answer could be either.

"speech"