[He sounds depressed. More so than he'd been in that cell. As if there were no greater foe he faced, and perhaps now it is true; perhaps he has grown so old and so jaded that he's simply tired of everything. A life lived only for the promise of fleeting excitement, for wine, for women, and for dying pleasures.]
I don't want it back. It was intended as a gift. To bring you some degree of peace, because I felt sorry for you in all your wretchedness.
[The words taste bitter on his tongue. He spits them out, unwanted.]
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[He sounds depressed. More so than he'd been in that cell. As if there were no greater foe he faced, and perhaps now it is true; perhaps he has grown so old and so jaded that he's simply tired of everything. A life lived only for the promise of fleeting excitement, for wine, for women, and for dying pleasures.]
I don't want it back. It was intended as a gift. To bring you some degree of peace, because I felt sorry for you in all your wretchedness.
[The words taste bitter on his tongue. He spits them out, unwanted.]
I can see now that was a mistake.