“Any harmful sympathy falls under malfeasance.” Manet pointed at me with his piece of bread, his wild, grizzled eyebrows arching seriously over his nose. “You’ve got to pick your battles, boy. Keep your head down around the masters. They can make your life a real hell once you get into their bad books.”
Rothfuss has decided Kvothe cannot be spared falling into traps, getting into trouble on his own, ....apparently he is Murphys Law embodied.
