He hates that idea even more, when it comes down to it. Could that really be the point, to make them fight each other? Probably. Childermass would know better them him, anyway. The Summer Court was a lot of things, but it wasn't so fixated on those kinds of ideas.

He swallows, trying to process that, his thoughts flickering back to things from Portland, feelings from Portland. He doesn't quite look at Childermass.

"And... you don't want to try to be the fittest, right?" he asks, softly. "If that's what it takes."