Wearied is... [He exhales, weakly smiling briefly at just how much of an understatement that felt like.] Wearied is one way to describe it.

[He looks back down at the locket, thumb idly tracing over the raised designs.] Many things about this... place trouble me. I fear I am in shock still and I cannot shake it. [No matter how much he may huff and gruff at himself because of it.

He wrinkles his nose, his worried expression shifting to one of thinly veiled annoyance.] And to be completely honest, if you will pardon me, this entire ordeal is ill-mannered! Very... very rude.