"There were no rules laid out when we were brought back. No real guidance. There was much confusion, waking up in a bleak, dangerous world. I cannot completely blame those who have chosen to do so for looking out for themselves. It is difficult to trust or know who to trust."

Felwinter looks at Jon again. "I think it is more a matter of finding like-minded others. I confess, I have only recently started to realize that there are others who have been in a similar position, have been living in a dangerous world, and without the ability to come back, living in fear not knowing what to expect of the world itself, and brutal warlords who will carelessly trample them underfoot." His fingers curl around the metal ingot in his hand with the faint creak of leather from his gloves. "Having the sky constantly fall down on you..."

Aarthi's words still weigh on him. Those were the words that changed him, he supposes.