"An hour ago? Twenty minutes ago?" Athos surmises, unsure as to when this change had happened. After all, he has been burying his sorrows because of this woman before him and he has become a woman himself. It is almost a universe's joke upon him. He does not think he will be as deadly as she, but perhaps he might have been.

"I was drinking," he mutters. "I can't be expected to keep track."