Wrath's gaze surveys the lot of them in front of him. His dark-gold gaze taking them all in as they flit back and forth attempting to 'heal' those who are broken with their tattoos reading exactly what is 'wrong' with them.

"Their methods are too simplistic to deal with many of the issues they've forced to be written upon our hands."

If they merely were sick, if they merely were hungry, it would help.

This would not.