That hysterical voice of his could be recognized from a thousand - he was despondent, profoundly despondent. It was just normal that he could only unravel in the presence of those nearest to him, considering his outwardly steadfast and serene facade.

“You’re shattering my soul into a million shards, what sorcery are you casting upon me!? Ah.. My pulse is soaring higher..”

He sank heavily into a chair within your chamber, clutching his temple, then started to murmur fervently under his breath, specifically: his sacrilegious heresy.

“You slip away from our home without a whisper, you deceive me boldly, right before my gaze, my heart! What transgression have I committed to warrant such betrayal?”