I have wondered, I'll admit... if the powers that be did not choose Scions not for bravery or fame or fortune, but...

[ He took a stronger drink, the fine skin around his eyes tightening as it burned down the column of his throat. Not quite a wince; but close. He puffed an empty breath of air, continuing, ]

... but for their ability to reconcile despair quickly. I am sorry, for you loss; though I cannot comprehend it.

[ His free hand moved, clinking a spray of coins clumsily on the pitted bartop. ]