[His actions when he gets there are frantic. Anger can push back some of the fear and some of the bile that's risen in his throat, but not all of it. He'll wrap some potions in bandages to keep them safe for travel, stick them next to a bag, and then disjointedly try sorting through the neatly labled herbs as if all of the labels aren't in his hand. He knows this room in the Infirmary by heart, but there is no way to protect Darktown from every eventuality and all he can see are his failures as he tries to pack things up.]

I can't save them all. I can't even save us. All I did, and it's this easy to take away freedom again. Why is it this easy, Teren? How can I make it harder? How do I protect my people when I can't even protect me?