[ There's a jolt of... what? Horror? Sadness? It's hard to say. Mingled emotions that don't fade, simply linger. He hates this place. This war. What it does to them. ]

Why? For what reason? Why dissipate yourself like that? No one should be asking that of you - no one has the right to ask that of you-

[ He's... what? Angry? No, not angry. Worried, perhaps. Disappointed. Shocked. ]

Do you need anything?