I see.

[ He said, tone neutral. ] I've known many who believe such things. Prevent all suffering, hm?

[ Coddle, allow the whole to be weak for the weakest, allow the weakness to fester. Allow the stronger to dominate and control. Silco took a drink to his flask, to distract the thread of his thoughts from devolving down into the much more predictable fury at what that sort of thing had done to his precious city. ]

Is it truly causing it, if one simply... doesn't help? It's not an active harm, is it? Perhaps it's simply... not our place.