...What do you mean, no? I deserve to die. I don't deserve to be here. I keep fucking it up.

[And now he's the one crying into his knees, chest heaving, but it's a quiet cry, sniffling.]

Doralice, my lover, fell in love with the man who killed me. She fell in love with him, when I was bleeding out. That was the last thing I remembered. That was the last thing I ever experienced. And it's because I betrayed myself, time and time again.

[Betrayal, over and over again. Putting his heart in someone's hands and washing it be dashed away. Seeing Beau walking hand in hand with the person who took his lover away from him, and seeing them laugh, and smile, while he had nothing. And he swallowed the ugly feelings down, tried to look away, but the hurt grew, and grew, and it strangled, like a thorny vine.]

I want to forgive you, but I don't know how. I literally don't. I don't think I've ever forgiven anybody, because why would I, as a king who stupidly thought I was at the top of the world? You...you're my friend. I don't want you to cry. I hate this place for using you like a puppet. But at the same time, I...

[It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.]