"I don't need to do anything," he scoffs. "This isn't my star. Why should I go against nature's course? I thought you and your little group of friends fought against me to stop my manipulation of world events. What makes your intervention any different?"

He waves his hand carelessly as if to gesture at the storm. Subtly, he adds more ferocity to the gales. It grows more and more difficult to stand there speaking with the howling winds decimating the district.