"Oh Gods, that's it, isn't it?" Fitzer said, startling himself from the sound of his own voice. He laughed then – a manic, mad laugh. He shook his head, his face falling into his open palms. "Oh Gods, we were fools, weren't we?"
"You are a fool," Blackthorn said hotly. "But I would rather you not be a mad one. Speak properly. Get a hold of yourself."
He shot Reid a look, as if telling him to fix the mess of a man in front of him. "General, if I might say, you are beginning to ramble…" Reid offered delicately. "No doubt you've been under a lot of stress from the battling, but even if you are a prisoner now, the way you present yourself, I doubt it's something that you should be showing your enemy, no?"
