Her words were so unexpected and oddly confident that he chuckled again, a sound pulled out of him by the force of his surprise. It was strange to him that anyone, least of all Margaery with her own concerns to worry about, would try to comfort him.

Comfort felt like it was for other people. Other people who weren't him. He could blame the Artifex until he was blue in the face, but he was partly responsible for every regret he now nursed, he knew that.

If he'd been quicker... But he hadn't been. He'd let them take Thomas. He'd let them take Morgan. And now he was losing at this game between them and their abductors. He was spinning his wheels, and if he was frustrated by it that was nobody's fault except his own.

"What I'm missing is the clue that'll make what's going in this town add up. That, and a way out of here that doesn't get sabotaged in some freak accident," he said, shaking his head. "Thanks, though. I appreciate it. And thanks for the reminder at least one of us is getting by all right here, even when it's starting to feel like this town runs off of Murphy's Law."