[ Table slamming on a mostly-healed wrist was probably not the best idea, but oh well. He's used up all of the not-despair he can manage for now on that, and he sinks into a chair. ]

I don't need the whip. But the books- if they survived the fire, someone could fuck things up so badly. Someone could move the castle remotely. The shit we had to make to combat Springheel. The- The Morning Star. Shit. The Morning Star.