Lacking the strength to argue, Athos does as he is told. He sits, and seeing as he is already feeling particularly sorry for himself, drinks straight from the bottle. Frankly, two months doesn’t sound like any time at all to grow used to this wretched place, but if Porthos insists on telling whatever story he has, then he will listen.

But first, with voice raw, he says, “I don’t choose to be unhappy, you idiot."