There is a flicker of some recognition in the Fool's amber eyes this time. The Unexpected Son--where had he heard that before, it had been so long ago--but quickly he focuses on the tale as it unfolds, listening raptly.. until the end. Until the grisly end.

A crippled beggar, holding tight to Fitz's small child, and yes, of course, it would make sense that Fitz would plunge in the knife, to act before thinking--

Still, he moves a hand to cover his stomach and takes a breath. He looks away, wordless.