PANEL ONE: Close on Trevalien, his hand on his forehead. TREVALIEN: No, I'm sorry, you're right; it's wrong to blackmail you into this. I don't know what I was thinking. PANEL TWO: Trevalien stands, leaning forward on the table. TREVALIEN: Please accept my apologies. I don't usually do things like that. I suppose... I suppose I was just desperate. PANEL THREE: Close on Trevalien. TREVALIEN: I had been looking after the poor boy for several months now, and I had hoped at last I had found someone else to share the burden... not only for my sake, but for his, for I'm sure you could care for him better than I could. PANEL FOUR: Trevalien stands by the table as if ready to leave. TREVALIEN: But now I see that is not to be. Very well; we will struggle on somehow. I— CHAMPION: All right, all right, I'll do it. PANEL FIVE: Trevalien is seated again, interlocking his fingers. CHAMPION: Dang it, how did you know the guilt trip would work on me? TREVALIEN: It was a lucky guess.