Some people walk the roads that cause the most problems because they see the end. Their efforts, their tireless trek — it's easy to fall into a sense of duty, is it not?

[ Craftly takes a stand, his tendrils brushing against the ornate frames of a few portraits that hang on the wall, adjusting them with purpose. ]

It was never my intention to allow you three to find yourselves into this predicament. Sacrifice, that is all we needed, not justice. It's easy to turn a blind eye, trust me — men, women, children have all returned home and do I hold bitterness for their inability to save the others? No, possibly envy them.