You asked him for the truth. Why had he come back when he would've been better off guarding some other star or something.

"You want the truth, Princess? Here it is." He stopped the car to a side, but his head didn't turn towards you as he spoke.

"I chose this torture for myself. I know it well in my mind and heart that I can't touch you, can't be with you... yet also, I can't stay away from you. This is the one way I can see you every day, maybe in someone else's arms... someone who is noble, but at least I can see you. See the woman I love and desire." He says, his grip on the stearing wheel so tight that his knuckle popped and his already pale skung turned completely white as he confessed his love. The love he knew he could never have.