I thought I saw myself in his once. He was a sad little thing. Pathetic. But strong. He'd been hurt as much as anyone can be hurt, and I knew he'd never let himself be hurt again. Once, I believed he was going to save us all, but now...he made himself a kingdom, and plays at war, but now that he's tasted power he's forgotten what he's fighting for. He's forgotten that little boy. When he fails I don't know that I can waste any more time on his pretend cause. He's not here for us. Not any more. He's forgotten himself. And us. He wears that helmet like a crown.