It seems that thou found thyself caught under the wheels of a cart set careening long before thy birth, Min... Frieda.

[His tongue feels awkward on the first name, more so than the switch to more informal language, but there's a more important note to make here, so Celehar forges ahead.]

Power can change many things, but to divert a course already set... even great will can only redirect things gently, lest the one doing so be destroyed by it. So it was in the Ethuveraz - and so it must, I believe, be true everywhere.

It is not my place to judge you here. Silence became thy burden - let it now be settled.