"I would always hear their souls crying out," he murmurs. "Mourning for tasks left incomplete, words left unsaid. 'Twas unfathomably cruel what she did to them. Even had I tried to help, I couldn't possibly bear all their unfulfilled wishes by myself. I already had my arms full with the regrets of our own.

"...Besides which," he continues quietly, "if the intent was to condemn man to an eternal search for life's meaning, wouldn't my interference make them complacent?"