"I don't know. I thought—" What? That someone would like to hear all of the horrible things they might one day do? Like most things in Baedal, there isn't a set guideline for when certain circumstances arise. "I don't know."

He slides down the wall a touch. He's not drunk, but he's not completely sober either. "And I hate not knowing." His head thumps back against the wall. "I hate this."