Geddoe stared down at him, fully aware that Zelgadis was probably a bit mentally fragile but under no compunction to coddle him. That simply wasn't his way. If it would teach him to make better decisions in the end, even once, it was worth a bit of a lecture. "At least you weren't conscious of the fight," he muttered. "Whatever possessed you, at least I didn't have to look into the eyes of a friend and know betrayal. As you sit here, I know you aren't the individual who wanted to kill me. It was the magic."