"The answer to that question may be simple or complicated, depending on your understanding of the mind, champion." Darahil changed the way he held his hands such that one fist was enclosed in his other hand. "You will have noticed by now that the way I speak, think, and hold myself is different to most. My decisions are as such as well. I may have an eye for detail and nuance, but the way I exploit that information to take a course of action is...it has been described as too brutal. I saw the way it affected the clan when I was previously leader and it was one of the reasons that I stepped down. The clan was efficient and orderly under my rule, but not content, not happy. They felt the pain of one another where I did not. Therefore, however deeply I can academically understand the behaviour of others, there is something innate in others that I always miss. At the same time, the decisions I make tend to incite a fear that detracts from others giving needed advice. It is not an optimal arrangement for the clan or myself." 

Darahil angled his head upward slightly, "Do not mistake me for a madman. There are others like myself that thrive on cruelty and power, but I garner no such enjoyment from it. I wish nothing but for the welfare of the clan and the continuation of my research. Thus, I believe my role is best limited to advice, assistance, and reasoning, not supreme leadership. I have found that the leaders of the clan are wise enough to utilise me to those ends." Darahil leaned forward, searching Meesei's face, "Do you understand what I describe, champion?"