Mmmmn. [A shrug, hesitant on one point:] Thaumaturges often...overlooks intent. It has, in my experience, more potential than it's often granted. Though I was never any good at healing.

What grates on me...mm, what grates on me, [another of those spasms of repressed movement; he forces himself not to raise his hand, because it's frozen into a twisted silver claw], is the notion that someone has apparently assessed my conduct and concluded that an act of kindness, whatever that may be, would be the perfect antidote.

[His voice is dry as the grave.] Unmannerly bastards.