— She is no longer yours to torment.
— Eνeryone is mine to torment. You'd do well to remember that, you little monster.
— Oh, I'm a monster. Perhaps you should speak to me more softly, then. Monsters are dangerous, and just now kings are dying like flies.
— They attacked me!
— They threw a cow pie at you, so you decided to kill them all? They're starving, you fool. All because of a war you started.
— You're talking to a king!
— And now l've struck a king. Did my hand fall from my wrist?