If you did not want to use me as a weapon, then why keep me imprisoned for ten thousand years? And what would you have done if I had not what I did? Throw your armies to face theirs? How many lives would have been lost then?

[He let out a sigh, and the green glow beneath his blindfold dimmed. It did not vanish as he was not capable of fully closing his eyes any longer, but even just this served to mute some of the chaotic mass of color that assaulted his sense, and proved to be contributing to an oncoming headache.]

I had not been intending to. [His implication that she had badgered him into doing it.] I haven't, I am not hungry.