A note found in the personal vault of Vincio Monto, deep inside The Bastion.
I expressed concrete and explicit doubts about the plan today. I know of our master's power, but the sheer scale of events he is about to set free - it is simply impossible for even him to control. I was met by 8 blank stares - for a second, at least, until some turned to annoyance, some to malice and anger.
Aslani practically spew fire at me. Hawan stood there stoically, his dark feathers hiding any sign of emotion.
Then the Master Spoke to me. He Showed me. My mistrust was, indeed, severely misplaced. To dislodge the Course of this world, to accomplish what we are trying to do, to stop that which is coming and must be stopped at all cost, means to act in ways that no sane person would ever think of, exactly because sanity itself cannot be trusted.
The things we did to Aregrionno, the fundamental shifts in society we orchestrated, are a necessary evil. By shifting the flow of power away from the guild into the hands of someone, something so malicious, so insane and so unpredictable, we're wielding the very nation itself als a chisel - a chisel that will dislodge any nation that opposes, forces exacting force of equal magnitude.
To sufficiently disrupt the Course, we cannot play fair or predictable. We cannot throw marbles in straight lines, because any predictable move will be predicted.
I understand now.
May the Gods forgive us.