Do not assume I stood by and did nothing. I hated that we half-elves were treated no better than dirt, and my sister and I did more than anyone else to help the world. In return for our efforts, she was ruthlessly murdered. People's attitudes did not change in the least.

[Nothing changed, even though everything changed for him. His name may have been celebrated as that of a great hero, but who actually knew the lonely child standing behind that exalted title? The Mithos everyone honored was a hero, not a half-elf.]