Even if Aidan wanted to, he cannot intervene in the argument to which he wakes up. For a number of reasons, not least of which because he’s in immeasurable amounts of pain. On top of which he also finds himself firmly encased in a large metal tank; all save his head, but that’s as far as his faculties stretch at present.

“How is he?” Aures, managing to sound both flat and concerned at the same time.

Or maybe Aidan’s just wistful.

He can’t ...