I have little to complain of. The floor is -- unusually quiet, I will admit. [It's not entirely true. He looks like he hasn't been doing much sleeping. Nightmares. But with the riot over and done with, he is confident they will be as well. He then notices West's bandaged hand.] You were not killed in the onslaught.

Then that is one less worry of mine. [He hesitates, but finally reaches to touch the hand on the bars, and he speaks just barely above a whisper.] We are not in agreement over the merit in your battle, sparrow, but understand that I would have mourned you either way.

[He squeezes back with affection.] You have come here to become a hero, sparrow, not a martyr. Never forget that.

[He will not be talked out of it. His tone is very matter-of-fact, no-nonsense even.] No less for your life and the lives of your men, Major West.

Fresh from failure, it always feels that way, but that is not true.

[He frowns, troubled.]

'Enri, in men that are truly evil that is something to fear, but that is not you.

You are healing. [It is a short answer, quickly given. The Marquis believes it, but it is clear he is bothered to hear this.] I have -- had similar feelings in the past.

Someone broke past it, briefly. And it caused me untold pain. But that's why it's there. It holds back the flood. And sometime later I came here.

Sparrow, believe me when I say I have experienced much worse.

[Half a smile.] Then there are less violent ways to bring about change. [He glances toward Kirk.] Now is neither the time nor the place.

Now is not the time to remind me of previous rants that I've written. I think you lot have taken care of that part for us already. From now on let us see where a little reason and politics will get us, hmm?

Nonsense. Everyone has something that sways them. [He tilts his chin a little self-importantly as he says this, then his eye follows West's a moment.] As I told you, quiet.