[It's a lot. A lot of things that don't make a lot of sense. Convoluted, skipping over crucial details, why put them three hundred years apart, why bring him along...

Reborn, with the ones they loved most... what a joke. If he ever meets the bastards who came up with that stupid idea...

He laughs, dry and hollow.]

Now what? Are you going to tell me to fix the ritual, go back? You... have no idea what I've been through. I wasn't saved—

[he let her die. he let her die, again and again. years of his life spent in chains, beaten by his father, isolated, alone, he left her behind, he let her die]

Why is it always me? I never asked for this. What's so damn special about me that I have to do this over and over again?!