[very subdued, a much different attitude than he usually presents; a total flipside to the arrogance, entitlement, and derision from when he lost his temper earlier]
I think, as a child, I was privileged. A prince. But . . . then I was disowned. Exiled. After my mother was murdered. I—my little sister was blind and in a wheelchair. I grew up taking care of her, by myself. We were political hostages in another country. I didn't want to rely on adults ever again. Anybody . . . ever again.
I don't . . . really know how I went from that, to—being emperor. I don't remember the things in between yet.