Waking up every morning and leaving for jobs with a cup of coffee in hands or staying in the bed all day long because of being a night owl, walking down the streets or driving a thousand miles, imprisoned in their own built cells were humans. If someone compelled would show up at their door or a broken DM holding an unfortunate tale of years came off before them, how would they react? Shrug it off. Why? Humanity was forgotten quite a while ago. What was left was selfish souls held hostage to their brains that would operate on the pros and cons of every matter.
Thousands would be starving out there and thousands would be enjoying the expensive taste of alcohol. Thousands would be fighting a battle within themselves for not giving up and thousands would be continuing pushing them until there was left not an ounce of endurance to fight. Were mortals to be blamed? If asked from grim, he would simply nod in affirmation.
