We've apparently lost every drop of respect we ever had. We shouldn't compound it by making leeches of ourselves.

[This sigh is more of a huff.]

Damn it all, Alistair. We try to do good, we try to be better, and we get told to move along. Whatever we've been trying, it hasn't worked. We've, we've not been heroic enough or honorable enough, just freeloaders clinging to our baby griffons and promising everyone that we'll matter eventually. And here I've been thinking finding Jonas will make a difference, when he hasn't bothered to show up in years even if he's still alive. And all he'd do is remind people of what we used to do for them.