Porthos feels guilt and sympathy, now, upset that they've forced him into talking about this. "I'm sorry," he gets out hoarsely, pouring him more wine. He looks to Aramis, wondering how much of a wreck Porthos would be if Aramis were to leave him. It'd probably be worse than this, and so he knows how bad it can be. "So you're going to pursue a career again here? With the same front?"
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