"Why?" Anvar demands, suddenly angry. "It seemed important. To be with the rest of the clan." "So why didn't you leave before and help us fight?!" Inric looks away from his nephew's anger. It's a fair point, and he deserves an answer. "I didn't think I was needed there as much as I was at the Great Library," he says. "And I did not want to fight my colleagues. My friends." He looks up at Anvar, who flinches back from the expression on Inric's face. "I... we... none of us realised what it would be like."