Dromaeus placed the tip of his sword on the pavement and twisted the hilt idly as he did so.
"I have always stayed away from other people." he said. "I never needed them, and most of them meant nothing to me, or were out to harm me. However, that is just me. I may not be the best person to ask this question of, but it seems to me that if you seek to help people with problems from a major source, then you should be prepared for failure. It does not always happen, and you should certainly not be deterred by the fact that it might, but I have learned time and time again that there are some whose fate is to be slain, or driven to madness, or are just not worth saving as you first thought. There is nothing that you or any other can do to save these, and so when you lose them, you should accept that they are the ones whose fate it is to be lost, and focus your efforts on those that can still be helped.
"It is an unusual disease that allows one to walk, talk and drink blood after their body dies, but perhaps it is a disease nonetheless." AEanna said distantly. "But I can only try to deal with it as best I can. And thank you. You have already helped me more than most would." She decided to change the subject.
"That music that you played. It was very unusual, not at all like the bards of Skyrim or Summerset Isle play. It is from your world, your time?"