[It would be the opposite of Estinien's intent to make Alphinaud more anxious with this conversation, but, in his weakened state, he finds himself incapable of fully withholding the seething anger and sense of violation that lurks beneath his projected thoughts. It's the type of fury he'd hoped to have left behind him, but it seems that it was not to be.]

...I am weakened, but not incurably so.

[He quiets his background thoughts as best he can, lest he find himself fleeing from the conversation.]

My concern lies with the alterations it's made... and how its presence somehow lingered within my spirit even after my 'death'.