Yeah, so? What are you going to do about it....I don't see any Quaesitor's about...
It's the guilt that gets you, man.
Or the local frantic vigilante Flambeau who might have cried hue just at the sight of you getting to close to the door with said Sanctum Mark...
Yah, the fire...or the guilt. It could be either.
[b]Fire will cleanse you from your Guilt, son - whereas Guilt will not safe you from the Fire. Thus the choice is simple!! 
Fire is your friend... also spracht Flambeau.[/b]
Sand puts out Fire. 
Yet fire turns sand into nasty bits of sharp glass....
Sarcasm turns both into atoms. 
atoms!!?? - I'd better call in the paradigm police on you! (though the term is older than modern science)