The Sentinels is it not our place to wonder, as the sky does weep with tears

perhaps he should not have interfered, but deirdre's cry had razed his very core. he sighed as she ran into the welcoming embrace of the woodland, a sprite if there ever was one, and turned his eyes upon dante. "i admit -- i do not know what to do. even osprey, gentle osprey, cannot soothe her, i think." in some ways, he regretted killing the woman, but he swept that notion aside firmly. she had to be slain, for the greater good of donnelaith. "i am sorry, dante."