[Sigmund presses his lips together in a thin line, which has a way of making him took drawn and old. He's clearly angry, but- He knows this subject can't be an easy one for Edward. Even so, the idea of his eventual death was one that Sigmund had two years to get used to, and one that Volsung accepted seventeen years ago. So... Simple, cold, sharp, and regal-]
[Action]
No.