[He's filled with joy hearing that, of course. That longing for them both that never quite leaves him.]
[But...] [The dream fades and changes, there're other images showing. Aramis making his vow to Anne, him curled up in that church as he mourned. Athos pulling him away from waving at his son. Facing Rochefort in the trial. Porthos, standing next to him on the stairs of the garrison, looking heart-broken.]
[Aramis murmurs the same words as Porthos speaks. That boy is...] ... the King's son. That can't change. No matter what.