Porthos shakes his head, poking once more at the heart that must be resting underneath all that pain. Porthos exhales and slumps forward a bit before he catches himself, dragging himself up slightly to try and stay vertical. "We're supposed to be Inseparable," he says, forlorn as he thinks about it. "But Aramis and I don't know whole parts of you and you hate us, now, because you think we'd abandon you, but there's a space for you, Athos," Porthos argues earnestly. "Why don't you see it? See us?"