Candt Lesarion stood alone on the hillock, a stoic expression on his face, the mantra he used for meditation running through his head. Despite the raging chaos below him, a kind of serenity seemed to inhabit the small space above the hillock. A breeze even dared blow, banishing the smoke and sound of screaming men for a brief moment.
 

Though I could not swallow, the day was no more dry than any other and my secret no less so. I am alone in this hostile desert, though I find shade in my new companions. The Director has a keen eye for talent, and I believe we have hit a rich vein indeed. Though I am careful, I believe my Cell knows I am a user of the arcane and apparently, there are no objections. This is important if we are to work together as a unit.

Insanity? To see what we have seen and not take steps, to languish in our vigilance, and let go of that fear... That my friend is insanity. This? This is precaution... In theory.