You're asking me to let you die. To let you die and then give up all I have left of my family and and turn my back on the people who loved me first to pick up the pieces.

[ He's calm, now, and that somehow has more gravity to it than the shouting did. He just leans his elbows on the desk, burying his face in his hands, breath becoming ragged and shoulders shaking. ]

Selfish fucking princeling.