[the thirteenth seat withdraws still further into the cooling water. his arousal is beginning to ebb, but his body refuses to comply with his mind, and he can still feel himself, sickeningly hard against his own belly.]

No...

[punishment will not drive desire from his heart, though his heart and mind yet remain in disagreement. his reply is full of still-jumbled thoughts.]

But it isn't... enough. Nothing is ever enough. This is all just... hopeless avarice...

[he heaves a trembling sigh, closing his eyes in self-disgust.]

Why...? Why would the Fury allow me to join the Ward, so... so flawed?