The tanned man spoke against Sorin first, giving a predictable answer. Examining his fingernails, long and clawed as they were, Sorin gave a disinterested-sounding answer. "It sounds so simple, doesn't it? Slay the monster and save the village? However, without a full understanding- which one may never truly have- complications arise." Sorin looked the Archer dead in the eyes, his gaze burning with the harrowed experience of six-thousand years. "One evil may guard against another, greater one. One monster keeps more at bay. One raiding party slain invokes the wrath of the horde. Kill one to save ten, only to damn a hundred."

Looking now to the female knight, he branched his point toward her mention of innocence, which amused him. "Innocents, you say? How amusing. There are some who say that there is no such thing, only varying degrees of guilt. Under certain circumstances, anyone may be a threat, or anyone may be innocent. The difference so subjective and easily changed that it becomes meaningless." He wound a lock of his hair, white and smooth as molten silver, around his finger as he continued. "The mother of the man-feeder, upon learning of his true nature, may turn on her child. And so very easily the innocent becomes an enemy."

The blond man gave his input, and Sorin looked to him with a sort of pitiful expression. "What a strange view of the world you have. I wonder what circumstances have allowed it to be, and to remain so unchanged throughout your life." Sorin saw what many people overlooked, and he saw years in this man. "Few understand this, but pure light is no better than pure darkness. Both are inherent to living, and one must find balance between the two to survive. There must be sacrifice, and there must be compromise. The branch that does not bend will break, and the man who cannot stray from the purity of his ideals shall too be broken."