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[reek]

I’ll not congratulate anyone for the beginnings of this cure.

[ Oh, look, it's that guy who pisses everyone off. The corner of his mouth quirks into a cruel smirk, but his teeth are clenched too tightly and his eyes burn too fiercely for any proper smile. It’s a struggle for him to remain as guarded as he would prefer, and there are cracks in his armor: he’s clearly angry and upset. ]

My sister was among the ill. Was. I have been informed that she has since returned to the pods—still uncured.

[ He tries to keep his tone even and cold, void of emotion, but his voice breaks ever so slightly. He and Asha weren’t close, not like he’s known siblings should be, but it’s a deep cut to be abandoned again, and it hurts to know that one of the few people he felt he could trust in this place is gone. Clearing his throat, he continues.]

Which leads me to the question at hand. What reason do I, or the worried, or any of the ailing, have to trust the maesters here? Healers--whatever name you may know them by. Months, this has gone on, to the point where someone is gone and remains unhealed.

[ He knows better than to critique those who have done nothing but help, but his anger is directionless otherwise, so he chuckles cruelly, and that cheshire smirk widens. ]

They’ve been all but useless.

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[reek]

[ He knows it's true. He's known it from the start. That isn't what truly has him upset, but it's the easiest thing to address and the easiest thing to pin the blame on. His abandonment issues are far too personal and leave him looking far too weak, after all. ]

And there will be none left to cure if they take much longer.

[ayes]

Even if that's the case... how does attacking them help at all? Won't it just make them nervous and more pressured? We should be supporting them, not blaming them.

[reek]

[ Again, he laughs, almost viciously. She has a point, but he doesn't care. He should, but he doesn't. ]

Should? I see no reason why we should be doing anything. When they've given me a reason to support them, perhaps I will change my mind.

[ayes]

Because at least they're trying!

--what are you doing to help?

[reek]

Not hard enough.

[ At the moment? Nothing but working himself into an angry frenzy. But he hardly slept and hardly ate while hunting down those responsible. His concern is legitimate, it's just sorely misplaced. ]

I've played my role.

[ayes]

And done what? Distracted the people who are trying to actually fix this? How is any of this helping?!

[reek]

[ He chooses to roll his eyes rather than to explain. He's reaching the end of his rope, and he's grown weary with even his own argument. ]

How is bickering with me helping? You can take my word, or you can leave it.