SpellMan knelt and tenderly lifted one of the abandoned offerings. Unwrapping the checkered cloth, he revealed an ornate buckle that looked as if it might actually be silver. "Yet it is defiled, in a way that such as they cannot understand. For in the heart of hate there is often love. Love binds too, and can lead us, blinkered, on the path to the future. We walk, we talk, we play games, but the future comes for us and will not be denied. We fight it sometimes, proving that we are fools. Happy fools sometimes, ignorant fools always." He rewrapped the buckle and placed it gently back against the Block. "The dead mass that seals this place only promises the death of the struggle. It does nothing to make it happen."