[Well, that's great, because he doesn't have time to defend himself (not that he would, really) and so he goes down, staying on the ground for a moment, unmoving, before he manages to gather enough strength to push himself up on his elbows. And if Aramis really looks, he'll see he's pale, almost white, purple shadows below his eyes and generally looking like he would probably prefer to be dead right now.]
What... what was that for? [But as soon as he's asked this, he squeezes his eyes closed, because he can guess. There's only one thing that'd make you fly off the handle like this.]
He's... he's not dead? Just-- please, tell me he's not dead.