<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"I can only heal so much," Ceej answers to the female warrior, ignoring the hints of anger between his actions. "Their memories are either shattered or wiped, so no information could be gained from such an encounter." Yet his hands continued to heal, knowing that the ones who were stubborn would have came back to themselves in either a good or bad way. It isn't his place to judge who dies or lives, but if he can save someone he would try. "They may be corrupt under this city, but a child who is given a piece of copper won't aim to become a king under the ruling of a dark cloud," He says as he stands up, his robes partially dirtied by the spray of blood from the earlier battle. "It's not a matter of who they were before today, it is a case of who they will be after. No place to judge wether they deserve to die when they mistook their and our abilities."</span>