Archer sighed internally, face taking on a blank expression as the moral debate continued unimpeded--now with the added complication of the foolish demon-summoner: Archer had seen the dagger, and there was no doubting the man to have created the thing and hand it over. It was a terrible blade and a clear signal of exactly who in the group couldn't be trusted. Aside from the knight himself, of course; to find a more unreliable ally would take a deliberate effort.

"Say we saved the dragon, then what? The very land it stands on will wither and die. The other dragons in the region get killed, and any humans in the area get devoured by a mindless beast. In the end, to save the many, the few have to die," Archer stated, pausing for a second to allow Sorin to pose his hypothetical scenario, "If a person can only survive through the death of others, then their death is the only way to save anyone. If a village is being raided, then the raiders have to be stopped. The ugly truth of the world is that a hero can only save those he sides with, and cannot possibly save everyone."