[Conrad yanks back against the tug, trying to keep still. He misreads the pressure however, pulling just a hair too hard and Diva's stone fingers crumble in his hand.]
[The arm now free, he allows Wolfram to pull all he wants, but his other arm, the one holding her face, is still.]
I wanted this. [He can't look away from Diva's white, cracked face as he makes his confession.] I planned for this. She loved me and I betrayed her...