[And if that wasn't a grand question that could apply to the rest of his life? Who was Felix Harrowgate, really? He'd been asking himself that for about ten years, maybe even longer.

Felix's focuses himself on the content of the question with a subtle swallow.]

A stretch of the truth, mostly. It's true that I have struggled over the years with getting people to act when it's needed. I have suffered the same difficulties as anyone in this castle who has attempted a standing organization of any kind. The castle, and everything in it - including the people - are far too mutable to fully control. You found that out yourself with the Peace Patrol on your last visit here, even if you do not remember it. There is only so much one person can shout to be heard before he stops trying.

[This doesn't address his reactions to some of the Mara's attentions, but the question was indirect enough to leave it be.]