You failed us?

[The words are repeated, Haurchefant's tone genuinely incredulous, as if the concept simply cannot be accepted. His brows raise, and for the briefest moment he is still and puzzled.

Then a warm smile forms on his face, despite the circumstances. He'd love to offer more comfort, but once Aymeric drinks the potion it leaves Haurchefant to search the bodies of the guards he'd just slain to find the key to free his comrade.]

If a boulder tumbles down the mountainside and crushes all in its path, will I blame the boulder or the people unable to stop it? A crude metaphor, but you get my point all the same, I hope.

Not a single one of us blame you. If anything, I commend you! To have the strength to make your attempt to confront not only the Archbishop to plead your case, but also your own father -- tis no simple thing you did.

[A small ah-ha escapes him as he finally finds the key, setting about to free the other man.]

Do not lose heart, my friend. It was an attempt worth making. I am only sorry it brought you pain, both in heart and body.