[The look Monty gives Royce is something of a mix between absolute pique and confusion. Murder. That's the man's solution? His hands ball into fists, every muscle in his body tenses, ready to scream for the pure frustration of this all. He closes his eyes and lets it pass. Lets his body slump in Royce's grip. So be it. So be it. He's through trying.]

Then he is a fool and deserves what misfortune may befall him. I'm sorry you love him. That I am truly sorry for because I would not wish what he brings on his own head to affect you. But it will. And there will be more of it. Not from me. But from the other people that his stubborn pride cuts to the core.