It can be a little difficult to make peace with some things that happen here. At home, there was an artifact that could control people and I used it - briefly - in order to confiscate it from men who would have abused its power a hundred thousand times over. It makes me especially anxious when Atlantis decides to steal people's will, but also regretful for when I chose to do the same to others. The greater good excuse feels hollow in retrospect.
Nothing can change what is done, but I hope to keep putting some good back into the universe to balance the scales. It is a small thing, but I offered to foster injured birds for the animal shelter, hoping my experience with messenger birds could come in handy there. I did not expect they would allow me to care for this extraordinary creature.