He nodded slowly. "I'm not going to keep anything from you in regard to that," he said. "I believe you have the right to know." What she chose to do with the information was up to her. He would never completely believe he and his fellow Templars didn't drop the ball hard when it came to the murders. He wondered if Aveline felt the same from her side of it. He doubted he'd ever ask.

"That means a lot to me. I won't give you a reason to regret it." He liked Bethany, what little interaction with her he'd had. She was good with the children and seemed to be doing her best to make the best of her situation. He always admired that sort of attitude.

"I'm sure he worked hard to keep it together when he was speaking to you." He sighed. There was no good to be had from raking himself or anyone else over the coals now. It was hard not to. No Templar was neutral about the effects of lyrium or how bad it could get. The forgetfulness and obsessiveness was just the tip of the ice berg. "The only people I truly blame are Quentin and his accomplices."