[ Each word is like a physical blow. Aemond holds very still, however, almost too still, ever enduring even in the face of this confirmation. It was stupid to believe anything might have been different for him. Foolish, still, that he wasted time hoping for a different outcome.

He was a child no longer. ]

It does. [ There's a waver in his voice that he deeply resents. Aemond tips his chin up to guard against the weakness. ] I wondered whether it was a sword I recognized, and now I have the proof. [ Glancing at the man, finally, he peers at him warily. ] I ask that you tell know one you saw this.