He's often wondered: why don't you use my strength? Why don't you use my power? Now he has his answer, far starker than he wanted it. What other purpose can he serve? What else can he contribute?

They can do better than themselves, and what is that, exactly? What nightmare future is he being thrust into now?

Rules generally evolve for the worse, not the better.

"Maybe," Fenris concedes, each word squeezed through grit teeth. "I will try as well. I- You cannot possibly think yourself Danarius. Never say that again."

Fenris keeps walking, having forgotten to concede.