"I just wanted to know about... how it happened. I mean, they don't tell us very much about that kind of thing, but I'm starting to get the idea that we're not allowed to do much of anything. Mages that is."
Constans discovered to his dismay that the longer he talked, the more what came spilling out of his mouth seemed to resemble the truth. This made him uncomfortable for reasons he could only loosely grasp. It wasn't... right, to be unkind to the dead. The leaden feeling in his stomach remained, and he wished it would go away.
"I just know they'll kill us, if we do something wrong. If that's what happened... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."