Sometimes the consequences had names.
Sometimes they were people whose names he could no longer remember.
Lucavion remained with that thought for several breaths, his thumb still resting against the edge of the table while the argument around him continued without requiring his participation. Toven had somehow moved from defending his abandoned northern fortification to claiming that military doctrine suffered from an unhealthy attachment to buildings, which Caeden was answering with the exhausted patience of someone who regretted taking the original question seriously. Mireilla had stopped trying to mediate and now appeared content to watch the disaster develop, while Elayne had withdrawn slightly into her chair with the distant expression of a woman observing people make avoidable mistakes.
The ordinary noise helped.
