And what of the Children they are destroying? *tilts his head to the side and listens* There is a dripping sound, can you hear it? (*of course you can't; you might be in tune with the living - though less than you are meant to be - but he is in tune with the dead and dying*) There are new Children in these Halls. Under this very roof. Because your creations have killed them. How many of Dad's Children must now die? What is a fair trade, do you think? One for one?