It's crazy at home, it's crazy here... I'm not sure we're meant for calm, Kiki. Whether we like it or not.
I know it's strange, it's taken a good bit of getting used to knowing more has happened to Freddie than I know about too. But it's... all right. Neither of us is really prepared to talk about this because it's what I wanted to talk about too, and what I'd love to do is walk away right now. The version of you I know doesn't seem particularly interested in returning any feelings I've told her I have for her. And I've been here long enough to think about it plenty of times, enough that I resolved weeks ago to tell you - her, since if I'm not really him then I suppose you aren't her - that I'm sorry, if I ever managed to see her again. For saying it over and over again, for waiting like it'll make a difference, for making it feel like pressure.
I'm glad some version of me gets you. And I think if it wasn't for finding myself here, I might've kept waiting like he did. I don't... I'm not sure I am him, not anymore. And I don't want to break your heart, but I think I'm about to. Because I do love you, Keyleth, but it's not in the same way it was. I'll have your back just as long as we're both here and you obviously mean so, so much to me. It's just different now.
There's some more, but... maybe we ought to stop to breathe a second. You all right?