( Mydei considers the likelihood of Phainon simply avoiding the topic, as he so often does with things that trouble him. Foolish man, for as insistent he was that all of them were in this together he never seemed to believe that others could help him in turn. The hypocrisy is staggering, but Mydeimos does not have the time nor the inclination at the moment to shove the Deliverer's head into the dirt enough times for the lesson to stick.

But the option remains on the table, depending on how skillfully the man can evade this particular conversation. )

Don't be a fool, Deliverer. You know what I speak of -- it surely hasn't left you completely by now. ( For it hasn't left Mydei, as settled into his ribs as it feels at the moment. He shifts his weight back, as if he's making to move away from Phainon, and feels the peace ebb away slightly, though it flows back between the bones of him when he rights himself, closing the distance between them somewhat. ) You are the source of it.