The thing about most people is that their work goes unnoticed. Each of us leaves our lonely rock on the pile, and then our children do, and one day, our distant descendants wonder why they're dropping pebbles on the foothills of a mountain.
So if you're a young boy with rare gifts, and you chance on a dark power that tempts you into murder, and you're still childish enough to believe your sacrifices can save the world, it won't occur to you that some choices aren't yours to make. Why would it? If not now, when? If not me, who?
