I am offended. I am infuriated. I am angry that the only way that a so called civilized man fighting on the behalf of supposed freedom, who knows the transgressions that he's capable of would descend into that same gaping maw that he no doubt that he'd escaped from. That he would be so hungry for blood that he would risk his very right to have a family, the same right that Judas was condemned for questioning, in order to satisfy a futile need for revenge.

I'm offended the man you're with was condemned for doing less, and yet he is now forced to watch futiley as his warden undergoes a monumental recovery from crimes worse than his own, enforced by a so called goodly man.

I'm angry. I'm angry at the hypocrisy and the judgement and the fact that love might be used as a justification for destruction. I'm angry enough to BURN.

[More quietly.] But... it is the Marquis's right to do as he prefers, and fight back with words. And it is the proper retaliation to use, judging from Sexby's own propensity for citing liberating documentation.