[A pause. He considers that for a moment, before replying quietly.]

In discord, there is suffering, pain. Things slip through the cracks. People fall prey to irrelevant trivialities, and there is little strategic progress. As a principle, magicians harness chaos. They restrict it, bind it, and turn it into order and obedience.

[Nathaniel thinks for a moment.]

I may not be successful. But I will do the best that I can to make this a better place for everyone to coexist in.