My walls have seen much activity over the years. I'd be lying if I didn't say that.

This struggle is more or less insignificant in the grand scheme of things. The people take it very seriously, but they are predisposed to do so. Their lives are so short that they can only care about superficial things. All of these things will eventually die out and be replaced, even evil. Time is the great leveler. If you don't like something, just wait. The only constant is change. If I told you that this conflict was truly monumental, take me apart brick by brick. I've seen much worse and I know there will be more in the future.

But…I always feel sympathetic for the things within my walls. I even like the boy. I do enjoy witnessing history. Too bad they haven't figured out how to listen to me. I am constantly whispering in their ears.