[It was simply not in Elias' nature to belong to anything. To an organization, to a country, or, hell, even to a race or a species. Throughout his long existence he had learned to set himself apart; a spare cog that did not seem to mesh with the machine of the world at any point of contact. In his dealings back home, he interacted but did not belong—did not seek to belong. He lived in England but he did not think of himself as English. He walked among the people in town, bought things of them and sold things to them, but he did not count himself as one of them. He helped the church with various problems they had with fae and aberrations, but their Lord would know he did not think of himself as one of them.

So even if he hadn't been forced into service by ALASTAIR without proper approach and consent, and even if his relationship with them was neutral or even positive, he would not think of himself as a part of them. It was just how his mental processes worked, a kind of mental exile he held himself to.]

You cannot force an individual into picking up a banner. It must be upon one's own volition.

[In his centuries he had watched kingdoms rise and fall. It had never been his place to interfere.]

For now, it is my volition to help as I see fit.

And nothing more.