I'm quite certain that I would remember shooting an arrow through your neck, Cassius. That isn't the sort of thing one forgets no matter how long or messy a war is. But you'll pardon me if I won't just take your word for it. Words are powerful, but easily misused.

Chained to a bed in Victra's care? That is unexpected. She has never struck me as the nurturing type. That must have been a surprise.