"No," Athos stopped in his tracks and stared at Aramis, just looked at him, his face set as his fists clenched at his sides, "I am not a fool, and will not be made to look like one again!" He didn't raise his voice yet there was still a sense of yelling in his words, "Tell me if you love me forever, if you love me truly, Aramis, because I will not go on thinking like I am, driven mad by the idea of betrayal, not if I do not have to! I have confessed my love, I have exposed myself, chest open and gaping to expose my heart!" His eyes had always been his most expressive feature, which was important as he rarely actually spoke so much as conveyed wishes with his eyes to his servants, but it was also his downfall for those who knew him. They now showed far more hurt and confusion than Athos would have liked to admit to in this confrontation.
"I will not have my life ruined again, I have no other name I want to live under than that of Athos, and if that life is shattered I will live no more!" Dark words but Athos meant them truly, which was the terrifying part.