[There was a time when he might have filled with rage for being spurned in this manner; he might have argued that Olivia had no right to flee from him, to abdicate her vow to stay by his side. Yet in all this time he has learned something of the ebb and flow of other cultures, of how one cannot be pinned by the customs of other lands, and so he quietly accepts the comfortable burden of Ramir's cheek upon his shoulder.]

It seems that our love was never meant to last - alas, that for us no such bliss was ever intended by the Fates! I knew that my destiny awaits me on the shores of Dardanus' land, upon which plain I must spill my lifeblood and my last breath-- And I knew too that Olivia shall wed another man of her dear native land, the daughter of which union lately walks among this crew as a constant portent.

[His words then begin to crack upon the jagged edges of his sorrow.]

Yet even so-- For all of this, I foolishly wished that we might continue to defy Fate in so grand a fashion. I wished for endless days and nights passed in one another's company, and for children of our own to fill her lovely arms. Yet none of this was meant to be mine.

[More so than this sudden soliloquy, what may surprise Ramir is the dampness of tears falling against her hair where she rests upon his shoulder.]