Virtues are not conditional

Ember quirked a brow when her father sighed and gestured her over to the terrace, presumably so they could speak. She followed at his side, even mirroring his movements to lean up on the balustrades with her paws dangling off the edge. Her attention was fully on her sire while he began to speak, telling her about the fall of their neighbors. Norad was no more, destroyed and dismantled by savages from the north. Ember's mouth hung open in shock, eyes wide as she listened to Artorias tell her of these dangerous wolves that had taken everything from their friendly neighbors and left them destitute. Now it all made sense... She'd watched all those wolves on the beach being led south by the Ethne wolves and now she understood. They were homeless refugees being given shelter. Ember's shocked gaze dipped, then looked back out over the tranquil gardens again. How could such a horrible thing happen...?

Her father continued to speak, warning her about these Syndicate wolves and ordering her to never interact with them. Ember looked back and saw the intensity in her sire's eyes. She'd never seen him this serious or angry before. All she could do was nod in reply. "Yes, Dad. I understand," she said, averting her gaze to once more stare at their family gardens. All she could think about was what if those wolves tried to come for them. Surely her father would never cave to demands from terrorists like that, right? After a moment of quiet, Ember looked back to Artorias and asked, "So when are we going to kill them?" When he looked at her in alarm, Ember motioned to his unsullied armor and sword. "That's why you went over there, right? To kill the evil wolves that stole those wolves' home, right? You didn't do it now, so I'm guessing we're going after them later."

"Ember Carpathius"