He was careful to keep the pain from his face, but he felt it - a knife, long and deep, between his ribs.

The tower burned and crumbled even as it was built.

The future he had so carefully crafted, bringing ruin around him -

No. No, he would not put tinder on the embers of that sorrow. Not today.

"I - Yes. It is... both a comfort, and a pain, as most things are."