[Vengeance is all that can bring him peace of mind, but even with his head clouded by the effects of the perfume from the Swear-In, he knows better than to admit as much. How differently Sabriel would look at him then, how hostile the grip on her shoulder might become.

Not that either of those things would be so terrible. If nothing else, he would cherish such passion being directed his way. But it's much too early, much too soon. She hasn't had any time to blossom, to become someone whose ardent fury he might be able to use...]

Perhaps there is one thing.

[He offers her a reassuring smile, strong despite the obvious discontent that weighs upon his soul.]

Nothing else in all the world brings me such peace as being able to relieve others of their suffering and their sorrows.

[That's one hell of a twisted truth.]