What puzzles me is all the opportunities you've had to stop, to change course, and yet you persist. Why? What is it about the likes of Sandoval or Lestrange or that maniac you served that you found so appealing? The idea that one ought to have no limits? How is that working out? Did creating Inferi feel so marvellous that you're desperate for more?

Your fine example, so far as I can tell, has led to nothing but grief and anguish. You could still stop but you won't do. I know you won't do. You're too convinced of your own power to control the outcome. But all your Arts lead to only one result.

Do you never tire of it? What sense is there in continuing? If you really wanted to contribute, you'd employ your Arts against Lestrange, so that we could bring an end to this conflict, and save us the trouble.