[ He looks down at her, and can't really say anything to that. He's already admitted he'd make the same choice again. He rubs her arm again, instead, and doesn't deny it.

At the question, his eyes flick to the side. Her concern has softened his mood considerably, but he still has the same problem he came here with. ]

Because of Athos. Something's wrong, Alina. He won't tell me what it is, but I know it. He won't talk to me. Not about this, and there's something else. Something that he and Aramis know and they won't tell me that either.

I would trust them with my life. But they don't trust me with these secrets. I don't know what to do, who to ask. If I can't go to them, I don't know who to speak to.

[ A pause, and he tilts his head. ]

So I came to you.