Jayran's hand itched with the desire to punch his brother in the face. But he took a deep breath, curbing the urge to do just that.
"You have no right to accuse me of anything. You weren't the one who had to stand there and watch him impaled on that lance. You weren't the one forced to look into his eyes while he bled out everywhere. You weren't there so you have no right to talk." It took everything Jayran had in him to keep himself in catch. "After they brought him down, I went inside and found the empty pitcher that proved that he had been drinking that night. Whatever you believe you know about Azul's tolerance, last night was different. People do not always behave as we expect them to." He held Hairan's stare without blinking. "Blaming others will not help him survive, nor will it help the physicians keep him alive. All we can do is go to him. That is what I mean to do."
