"Well, I found out that my memory was wrong." Invar scowls, fists clenched on the table. "The Library was never impartial. People... those at the top of the hierarchy... abused their position to aid their clan, and in doing so caused..." He tails off and shakes his head. "And I know I should keep retrieving the missing books. That is important, for so many reasons." Now he is hiding his face behind his hands. "But the memory of the Library that I had - even if it never lives up to it again - that memory is tainted." He drops his hands to look at her, abject misery on his face. "So is it even worth my trying?"