I've got a few bottles laid by.

Normally, people would ask if it was important before taking something. But if she thought it was suffering, it wouldn't matter anyway, would it?

[The feeling of the Vidona sacrifice shuddering under his hands as he fought to pull away the knife wants to rise in him; he pushes it back down, ruthlessly, keeps his voice steady and clear. He knows, though. The moment when it doesn't matter why. It's in him, that he knows that.]