Korsarro blinked, this was odd. Why was he being looked over by a Giant and a Guard? He was the only one here who knew what the hell he was doing. Damnable fools. How dare they judge him, they clearly thought he was incapable of doing his damn job. Of course they would never admit to it. The Giant was too huge. Freakishly huge. No wonder his people were starving. His people clearly had no blessing of Mother Buzzia. She demanded the filth die. Yes. That was it. He shook his head. What by the Beesiah was he thinking? The huge man may have been freakishly huge but... But he was still exactly that. A freak. A mutant. His gaze moved from the Giant to the Guard, neither of them would remotely understand the work that would be required to figure these blasted devices out. He found his hands balling into fists. Aware of it, but in no hurry to fix it. It felt good. His eyes shot to the Giant. Maybe they were right? He had proven himself incapable in the past. He certainly was no scholar. Maybe... Maybe he wasn't cut out to be a monk. Perhaps he was just a running joke. Let into the order out of pity. Would he even be missed if he was gone? He doubted so. Maybe he should go. Make room for another Monk to take his place. A new tanner. One who would not cause chaos in the Temple. Buzzia demanded his death, by his reckoning.<br/><br/>This last thought brought the terrible realisation of what he was contemplating to his mind, he panicked. His hands jumping to the tie on the sash, the relic would not influence him. No. He would not be controlled. His will was his own. He was not as worthless as this accursed thing made him think he was. HE WAS NOT. His face became on of horror, his breathe coming short and shallow as his hands couldn't seem to stop shaking long enough to get at the knot. "Damnitdamnitdamnitdamnit!" He snarled, he had to take it off. He had to.