"How can I handle her, you mean," he says. It is the eternal question, the one that comes up again and again. How do you handle Oriencor. How do you not go mad. It is not an easy question to answer, so he sits and thinks on it for a moment, pauses over it, and shakes his head.

"Once, she was not so frightening. She seemed like a treasure, one that I could never have, and so I had to have her. She seduced me. She...ensnared me." He says it like there was no choice for him in this matter, but there was, of course there was. "She has taken so much and she will take nothing more." He leans in, careful. "I will handle this matter, I promise you."