Warned me of what? That you would lie to my face and take advantage of my kindness?

[ It's all coming tumbling down right now. The stress of the last few days, the ritual, the gloom of this place - he can feel it all pressing down on him. He bares his teeth, his good eye almost seeming to glint as he stares at her. ]

Punishment? I already have my own punishment. My own burden from the dead to carry. It has nothing to do with being deceived.

[ At least not by others. ]