Joly considers. "I think...he meant to? I only offered to help him with a computer, and he wanted something of a debate; even an attack. I don't know why. But, well. It was nothing we haven't all heard and considered many times. Not pleasant, but-- we knew what we did, what the cost was. I don't think he believes that we did." Joly smiles, a little sadly. "I don't think he knows what he believes. I had the oddest feeling that he wasn't really arguing with me half the time."

Joly pauses a moment for one of the cats to finish really investigating a crack in the flagstones. "It was a bit like speaking to a very feverish man-- you know what I mean. One who seems lucid, but isn't responding to what's before him?"