[Prior looks down at the hand in his grasp, examining it like an augur. He draws the other hand up, too, fingers still locked.]

It seems to me that it's not quite your job anymore. Oath or not. Now it's your choice. And you'll keep making it, knowing that. I don't think the choice is wrong, just hard.

[When he looks up, it's with a watchful expression.]

When you talked about the Time of Isolation I thought it was a period not a lifestyle.