"No one's going to think less of you if you do something mad. If you scream, or claw your hair, or tell them they brought back the wrong Warden months ago." A pause where Asher scratches his beard and turns away to cough when the effort of holding it in makes his chest rattle. "I did that. Wouldn't recommend the fighting the abomination bit though."

And then because a part of him knows- "Can you prepare?"

The list of things he should've asked Herc when he had the chance but he doesn't know any other Wardens well enough, and if he asks Kaisa then it might mean something, so he's not about to do that. Benevenuta is the closest he can get, inspecting the ragged edge of a nail until it begins to bleed again.