"I'm with you there. I don't care what anyone says, there's no curing this corruption on the land. If it was going to come back from the damage, we would be seeing improvements." The cult is gone, the experiments and the drugging are over, but the land is still showing all the same disease. Istredd had been struggling with his opinion over what to do with this place, as his instincts wants it to stop existing, but the archaeologist in him wonders if salvage could be possible.

Being here? He knows better now. Istredd tries not to make up other people's minds on these issues, but he'll probably argue for this one. They can't let this touch the rest of the continent. It's up to them to finally end this. Lucifer is on the island, he even got the other archangels to come along as backup, which no doubt was hard for him to ask. He's trying not to hover. Istredd needs to handle part of this alone.

Or maybe not alone. Maybe just with other people going through the same thing.

"This place should be better, what the fuck have our factions been doing with their time?" All these bodies and everything as disgusting as where they left it. It's infuriating.