Staring at the man's oversized arm, rather a viscious claw than anything human, until Wolfram wrapped it anew, Morr had to answer, with some relent "Perhaps, I have not lost all faith in my cause, perhaps it is indeed that small remnant that made me seek you out in the faint hope you might be able to help me. Perhaps, I am incapable of viewing myself as anything else but a tool to my cause, I myself empowered in the faith I can have in it.<br/><br/>My question has been answered; it seems I can yet regain the faith in my purpose, my apathy non-withstanding.<br/><br/>If I may ask a second question, thus: Can you help me with this?"<br/><br/>He was ignoring the food for now.