That he'd - do something. Like that. To someone who calls him a friend. [he frowns deeply into his wine, turning so he's mostly laying down again. His feelings there are so muddled - he keeps returning to those memories of when he was in Will's bait shop, of all things; when he was a child. Rincewind's not sure why.

He glances over, guarded.]

You weren't surprised when you heard? You weren't upset?