[It's the closest he's come to snapping yet. Close enough to regret it already. He draws a steadying breath, then lets it out. Tries again.]
Alistair, [he says, his voice more measured this time,] however else you may feel about me, however much you may hate me, you know I am right in this. We are Wardens, with a Blighted enemy to fight; must come to an accord.
Re: private
[It's the closest he's come to snapping yet. Close enough to regret it already. He draws a steadying breath, then lets it out. Tries again.]
Alistair, [he says, his voice more measured this time,] however else you may feel about me, however much you may hate me, you know I am right in this. We are Wardens, with a Blighted enemy to fight; must come to an accord.