[Somehow, even the memory causes him to look exhausted.]
The moment I start suddenly I'm being handed dozens of different crowns from different women all at once. Apparently each is embed with the feelings of the maker and the makers are strong and dead set on marriage. The first time I thoughtlessly reached out to grab one it nearly ended in a blood bath. Even now I still have nightmares of the one time in which.... [This memory lane of horror will continue a moment more before he forcefully drags himself from it.]
This is the farthest I have gotten before, however. I will present it as a gift. [ . . . Essentially the same thing as in his village but only in the reverse. Shh. He means his innocently.]