[Charity-healing, and charity-teaching, and other such pursuits that make mocking him leave a bad taste in Vandelin's mouth--but so too would defending him. He can't help but wonder, in the eternally wary part of his heart, if this conversation is some kind of test.]

Probably. I don't think anyone batted an eye when I walked in, but I'm not the one to ask. I was so concussed I wouldn't have noticed if Corypheus himself was ahead of me in line.

[It's a clumsy and slightly desperate grab at a change of subject, baiting Myr into asking about the circumstances. At any other time, and with anyone else, he'd be reluctant to bring it up at all--but he'd still sooner talk about it now than try to keep up a conversation so precarious.]