[ In response, Aymeric's hands drop from where he had them wrapped around the bars in a vice grip, and for just a moment, he abandons his efforts of repeatedly slamming himself against the bars. His back stiffens, because it seems to him that Estinien is placing blame where it does not belong. ] That they have not reached out to you is not their error nor their shortcoming.

[ Even now, he still feels as though he must shoulder the peoples' burdens and responsibilities, in order to lessen the loads that they carry. He will not stand for anyone, not even Estinien, laying blame at their feet.

Again, he shakes his head, as if disappointed that his friend (if he can still call him that... a fact that seems to have been called into question) cannot see the danger that is surrounding them all. ]

What war? [ His eyebrows draw together as he frowns. ] The war for peace. Do you not see the danger? Those who would threaten what little peace we have for their own gain?

[ One hand lifts again, gripping the bars tightly once more. ]

Dragons, Garleans, Ascians- it matters not. Anyone who would dare bring harm to us is our enemy. Even those who call Eorzea home are not to be trusted, if they wish to bring trouble to our gates. We must fight and slay them all.

[ And in Aymeric's mind, there is no room for outside attachments or such frivolous things as love. There is only the fight, and if that makes him callous, then that is the way it is. ]

Save your concern, if that is what it is. I have already said I require no healers.