He clings to that assertion. Yes... Yes, Hythlodaeus is right. Whatever they may lack, a propensity for violence and hate is not what their people needed. He cannot begin to imagine how quickly their star would have died if they had turned their magicks upon one another.

Eventually his crying settles into embarrassing wet sniffles. He tries not to dirty his friend's shirt but crying is a messy affair by nature.

"I hope you never see war, 'Daeus," he mumbles. "'Tis like reliving the Final Days over and over, but the monsters are the very people themselves."