Caprica herself had not had much experience with the Anatheman warriors, certainly not enough to give her cause for making her brash statements. It was merely the aura they exuded - Alaki with his katana, so solemn even at the halloween feast. Naniko, her mother - and who didn't think their momma was the most terrifying person in the world? And, of course, the loveliest. That Viking had had a pretty big axe, but he seemed to be gone now. Panda could do magic - probably curses, too, if necessary. Rio, Caprica's sister, had survived almost being eaten by the Salsolans, according to her own account. Yes, they did have a fearsome arsenal of characters within their ranks, she was certain. She was even certain she herself could be terrifying, given the opportunity. She had her massive size, didn't she? And she was quite ready to hit a few blows on her family's - blood and otherwise - behalf.
It sounded like he'd spend a nomadic life so far, travelling the States. Caprica had never yet left Nova Scotia, but she'd read a little about the southern parts of the continent. His claim that America was nothing to Anathema seemed a little disproportionate, but fair enough. She supposed their relatively miniscule packland was simply awesome enough to hold sway over the worth of an entire country. Besides, all those old notions of land and state were only useful when looking at human maps. These days, places were given names by those who inhabited them, and the names and borders would shift easily when the persons within moved on. She wanted to think Anathema was permanent, but she knew that as a name and as a group it could never be. Nobody lived forever, but the mountain and the caves - those would be here a good while longer than she, and if she was lucky and faithful and the pack held onto its strength and prowess for a good while, perhaps it would still be a haven in years to come, for their children and grandchildren to dwell within without fear of the outside world.
Yes, he was right, it was the individuals that mattered, and that was why in the map of Caprica's heart Anathema might just as well have been the whole world. He finished off his sentence by bringing it around to her name, and she perked up her ears in exaggerated curiosity. "Oh yeah? And how am I different?" she questioned, knowing it a fairly difficult retort to answer, but enjoying the suspense of putting him on the spot.