"Is there any necessity for me to act as a Kapo? As you can see, the alternate disciples are handling the task in my stead!"
Mel's eyes widened; the man spoke the truth. The entirety of the Thirteenth Ward had transmuted into a tyrannical Kapo. How could such a thing come to pass? Baybars evidently treated them with sufficient benevolence to grant them the courage to speak freely in his presence; why, then, did they mimic the cruel Kapos instead of following his example?
"You need not be astounded; this is one of the two fundamental stances adopted by mortals caught amidst a conflict of interests. At present, you are causing their precious hours of respite—which number a mere eight—to diminish, and the root of this is my volunteering to oversee your ward.
