At that point, even Verdant did not have the quickest answer. "I do not understand what Blackwell is thinking," Verdant admitted. "But I will confess, my Lord, that I do believe myself to be glad for this time away from the battlefield, as premature as it might be. I have begun to doubt myself."
To put it so bluntly was uncharacteristic of Verdant, but Oliver had seen it himself in the last days. There had been a distance in Verdant's eyes that normally seemed so focused on whomever they were conversing with. He was not the only one either.
