They are matters of the heart, Estinien. I had hoped you would afford me that courtesy. I apologize for speaking so brazenly and publicly, but I doubt the truth would have ever come out if I hadn't been pressed then.

[hunger edged in on his thoughts, and he badly wanted something to do with his hands. He carefully tore the strange packaging, learning since then that it was "plastic" and that it rips in a way to make it easy to spill one's food all over the floor. He places a few "mini Oreos" in his mouth, crewing slowly. These were alright. He wasn't assaulted with salts for the first time in a week. He swallows.]

I had thought that this being such an unfamiliar matter that privacy would allow us to speak unrestrained.