[Not seeing a reaction, he looks about and motions Suzaku to come off to the side for a moment.]
I do not know if you know this about me, but back in my world - I am currently leading a war. I have been since I was sixteen, and I am currently two hundred and seventy-six.
I have lost... more than you know to that war. My father. My mother. Friends. Even the love of my life. And before my subjects I had to keep the face you have now. I had to keep it all inside and never show how it was slowly destroying me.
So, even if you will not do it in front of me, please, when you are alone, let yourself feel it, all right? Rage. Scream. Cry. Anything. Do not let it become a poison in your veins.
[He rather thought he had, thinking on what he had told Wolfram - that his clock was merely stopped, trembling at the midnight hour, waiting for him to return so it might strike and his life would fall forfeit.]