[It actually feels rather nice, to let this off his chest. Ramzas' expression is starting to soften.]
I'm not sure about that. There may be a few not clouded by their own sights, but...
Quite a few of them are. We'll not get manipulated, correct? [He says, with a smile.] Because if we did, we would end up like them. Though, this friend... one from your land? Perhaps he shall end up here. [A nod, before...] If my Skarmory does shed feathers, I shall try to craft a blade for you, as well. I've never done it before.