I didn't know how else to explain it! I told you it made you a monster, I told you it didn't work. Do you think I wanted to tell you that something you put faith in bled out your soul for nothing? I don't know how to be anything but selfish, because that's what I am. Selfish. Wanting. I've never been anything but. But--I just-- [ he growls, frustrated. ] I'm not going to ask you how you felt like some kind of invasive bastard, but if you did want to discuss it, I'd listen. Because it's--something that happened to both of us, I know that. But don't act like I've forcefully made all feelings about me when the only reason I haven't pressed for yours is respect. It's much fresher for you. I've had thirty years to mourn. Of course it's easier for me to talk about.

[ a pause, as this--uh, weirdness happens. but, there's nothing to see for him, so he lofts an eyebrow, but the comment about eyes sticks with him. ]

Eyes? What is it you awakened? That's not--that's nothing from our world, our God and Devil. [ he's still angry, still--frustrated, but there's something oddly quiet about him too. ]

Something like that is beyond both of us I think, petty squabbling aside. Let me in, perhaps I can take some of its attention off of you. Sure, you know it isn't real, but that doesn't mean it's going to stop.

[ then, blandly: ]

Also, go for it, if it will make you feel better.