Don't claim you understand how I feel. How any of this feels. Until you've had the human you forgot you were and the monster you know you are so harshly thrown together that you have no idea who you are anymore, you have no idea.

I don't care what you think, and it's no concern of mine whether you believe me or not. I don't want to hurt any of you, and that's the last desire of the savior king that all of you knew. Church takes on more than he should--far more than I should ever have asked of him. Every last one of you does, and don't you dare assume I don't realize that.