Steinbeck had a saying. "You can't see the forest for the trees, sometimes." Though I still am trying to understand it, I think it applies to...you.

[Ah, that bloodlust...he scratches at the back of his hand, extremely unconcerned. This man could attack him, and he would shrug it off. He is only one of many men. All men would die one day. regardless of what they wanted and what they did.]

Your small picture is the city. Just a single tree in the forest. Like a child playing with a toy house...but there are things outside of that house. Forces beyond you. More powerful than you. You are too concerned with your...own needs to take a look around you. You have a man who makes your life look like a worm's who follows your every word, and you don't even fully realize it.

One day...that will be your undoing.