[David nods his assent, taking a sip of his brandy. One question plagues his mind. Something others have informed him of during the day, but he cannot be sure what he thinks of the idea. How much he believes.

But from someone with familiar manners, someone who will understand the importance.]

It's been suggested that no one will know I was gone. Do you put faith in that? If it isn't true... I should prefer to brace myself for the court martial when I return.