[His brow furrows a bit, trying to consider the implications of all of that. For a man who has spent his undeath so concerned with justice and making the correct choices, just trusting himself seems dangerous at best, but he's at least trying. It's a minute or so before he does something other than nod and hum, putting words together before they can leave his mouth.]

What I... care to do is not always the right thing. My priorities cannot simply be my own, but-- I suppose it is possible I've swung too hard into making them not a thing at all. That presents its own set of challenges.

[The words feel empty, and he knows they are, even if they're the only ones he can think of. Kravitz sighs, attempting at least to disassemble the barriers that keep him so rigid, even if he feels like without them he'll surely collapse.]

I worry of personal selfishness. Of a lack of priority to the way the world must run. There are some things that shouldn't be changed, and to be dealing entirely in free will opens the door to destroying the entire world.