[ D'Artagnan repeats the word with a humourless bark of laughter. He answers that by taking a drink from the bottle, and swallowing wine that no longer even tastes like wine to him.
He'd do better to sleep. He doesn't want to. He can't settle himself to it, can't make himself forget his own anger. Athos is right about him. He's always had trouble with this, with letting go of things that seem so unjust. ]
None of this is reasonable. How are we supposed to find answers, when no one answers our questions? How can I fight an enemy I cannot see?
You're worried about me, Athos? This isn't Labarge in the Bastille. There's nowhere for me to run, no one for me to hunt. It would be so much easier if I did.
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[ D'Artagnan repeats the word with a humourless bark of laughter. He answers that by taking a drink from the bottle, and swallowing wine that no longer even tastes like wine to him.
He'd do better to sleep. He doesn't want to. He can't settle himself to it, can't make himself forget his own anger. Athos is right about him. He's always had trouble with this, with letting go of things that seem so unjust. ]
None of this is reasonable. How are we supposed to find answers, when no one answers our questions? How can I fight an enemy I cannot see?
You're worried about me, Athos? This isn't Labarge in the Bastille. There's nowhere for me to run, no one for me to hunt. It would be so much easier if I did.