[the sudden space is both a relief and a loss; he takes a moment to steady himself, to take in the worn walls and dusty corners

he turns to Rhade with a wry, bleak smile]

Which war? [then he shakes his head] They weren't all wars. Some were - were barely skirmishes, really. Some didn't need to be battles at all if they'd only bloody listened. [his voice rose higher and higher, only for him to wince at the end, raising a hand to his temple]

I'm sorry. I - it's all so vivid now.