What they are matters if you want to destroy them. God-made constructs probably aren't easy to kill, but then that's true of most things that are worth killing. And there's telepathy involved too, wonderful. If there's one thing Quill hates more than being held under someone's thumb, it's having her mind invaded and used against her.

She tilts her head and glances at the blade in her hand, considering it. "What are the chances killing them would weaken our 'gods', do you think?" You know, hypothetically. Because the arn is making its disapproval known even now, with a twitch of a poisoned claw across her brain matter, hatefully reminding her she'd die in agony before she could plunge the knife into the first construct she sees. But she's used to this brief head-splitting pain, her due for every time she imagines gutting the prince, and betrays nothing besides the whitening of knuckles around the knife.