Do I not have the right to be- No. [ He shakes his head. This is a topic he does not wish to discuss, and he will not discuss it, not even with Estinien. ]

Is that all you came here to say?

[ He turns slightly and eyes the disheveled bed in the room, contemplating returning to it and turning his back to the dragoon. He feels an undercurrent of regret, wondering if the friendship he has with Estinien will end because of this. He does consider the man his brother, and yet what has happened to him has changed him in more ways than one.

His outlook on life and on his relationships and duties and everything in between has been altered, perhaps forever. At the present, he can hardly see past the monster he feels he has become. Who is Aymeric de Borel anymore? Certainly not the man he once was. How can he continue being the Lord Commander, the one people look to for leadership of their defenses?

As far as he can tell, he can no longer be that man. ]

What good will it do? [ He shakes his head, but he feels as though he may as well acquiesce on this one thing, if only so that Estinien will stop badgering him about it. ] I suppose this healer you've found can't do any more harm.

Do they really know what they are getting into?