If going back to fix it was an option it will have happened already.

There's a lot more to unravel before changing this place that much can be anything but a disaster.

[He moves back with his stick to draw a new cycle into the sand. The tangled loops of blood shed, grief, anger, fear, blood pollution, corruption, and beasts. They all curve back into one another.

And then leads it back to the other drawing with pair of wavy and uncertain lines.]