"All men are beasts, should the impetus be right. Or wrong."

Arithon thrusts his arms out in front of Nick, pulling the sleeves back from the marks of heavy manacles,

"Do you know the marks that accompany these? From men no better than animals. Food is your weakness. It is stupid to say that it is not, all that is for it is that you be certain to eat enough. To do otherwise is foolish, and dangerous. Had you been at fullest fed, I dare to say you would not have so easily been over come by desire."

And then he pulls his arms back, to once again hide the scars.

"Brooding, too, is not a wrong thing. I do it very often. Again, it is something to be noted and accepted. Brood away, roth theire."

Now he sounds amused.