Did any of those people ask to have their homes destroyed? Or their shops? Their livelihoods upended?

[He retorts sharper than he means to and drags a hand down his face, like he's reapplying his demeanor.]

I took all of that and more away from those people, Momo. A blacksmith does not take. He doesn't destroy. He provides. He creates. He protects. How can I care about my own well-being when I...

[He marches over to a window and throws the pane open, gesturing to the ruined part of lowertown that can clearly be seen.]

When I did that?