He startled himself by laughing. Not humorous laughter but the mad, helpless laughter of someone so far gone they didn't know how to claw back. What a joke. What a poor, poor joke.

"Why didn't you say something earlier you thrice-damned fool?" he shouted at the Lightwarden. All his pent up frustration, disappointment, anger - he let it spill forth as he continued: "I would have done things differently. We could have changed the world! Yet you remained silent until it was too late and now look at you..."

He gestured up at them in disgust before the arm fell bonelessly back to his side and he slumped.

"You never tell me anything," he muttered resentfully. "Always running off to take care of matters on your own, letting me find out only after the fact. How many times do you think I covered for your antics?"