“There was a time when guardians exist. Not from plain delegations of color but from biology, if you can imagine. Biology is ugly and complicated. Left unsupervised and we risked the plague of overpopulation, starvation, which lead to famine and cannibalism and extinction. The thing about biology is that control was barely efficacious, if not totally dependent upon implicit laws and traditional customs. And as you have rightly pointed out child, rules are meant to be broken. The harsher the restrictions meant unprovoked frictions sparking up in flammable seeds of the innocent. No amount of technology or education could correct the course of nature’s intent. It’s not that we can’t control biology. It’s just that we can’t control love. Wildness will always drives us to the battlefields, to the highest castles and the deepest temples. Child, it was love that demanded a wildness in me that was unforgivable. I can never forgive myself, therefore I seek no remission from you. My tribulations faced as a confused guardian will not be the first plea for understanding in this court or the next, nor will it be the last. There was a time when true guardians exist, when baby paws were held with warmth and bundled with the very organics they would grow up to become. Child, though you may not know who I am, and though I know nothing of your name, your hobbies, your likes and your dreams, I am honored to be your guardian.”