"Your Grace, magic is not the right path. Science is," Doctor Ambrose said. "No magic, no prophecy, no sorcery."
"Grey Sheep," Marwyn said disdainfully to Qyburn, as the shadows surfaced.
"And the Truth Society? Your little group that opposes magic and the Dragon King?"
"The Truth Society is an institution within the Citadel. We ensure that only trusted men become Doctors and enter the Conclave, ensuring that no tide of magic rises in the Citadel or Westeros."
"Does every generation of the Truth Society include a Hightower?"
"Yes, Your Grace. Our funding and protection come from House Hightower. They are the Citadel's protectors."
"So no Magic Dragons, either, and you like having a Dragon King even less?" Gendry pressed the Citadel's Doctors. "So you have been trying all along to subtly undermine Targaryen rule, while also trying to eradicate all magic. You studied the secrets of dragons, their weaknesses..."
Doctor Ambrose looked at the King. "Magic destroys the world, Your Grace. Only a world of science is a world of truth, free from those terrible things."
"Sorcery brought destruction, Your Grace. Prophecies, dreams, the pursuit of desires. How many people have died because of magic? Only a world without magic can be normal."
Gendry listened to the Doctors speak. They seemed utterly obsessed.
"Then let me ask you: how would you deal with Euron Crow's Eye's magic without Magic Dragons? How would you deal with the endless Long Night, the White Walkers, and the Wights without Magic Dragons?"
The Doctors' conduct was like covering their ears while stealing a bell; they considered only their own internally consistent logic.
"Well..." The Doctors seemed to choke, unable to answer the question.
The Doctors had only considered diminishing magic in the Green Lands to ensure that science flourished, but they could not stand