"No. It isn't." Lucius's eyes narrowed slightly, but he turned his gaze back down to where he was clutching at his cramping forearm. He could hear it in her voice - the subject he wanted to avoid more than anything was lurking there, waiting. He should have shut his mouth and gone to bed. Lying still would be a trial, but it was better than inviting conversation about what he did and didn't regret.
"If there were a way to ease it, I would tell you," he said brusquely, instead. The pain and the fatigue had dulled his mind considerably, and it was all he could do to try to keep the bubbling guilt under some sort of lid. "There's not. Believe me, I don't like it any better than you do. Any of it."