Miniver slumps forward and rubs his face with his hands.
"I'm getting tired of bouncing, Skwisgaar. I'm getting old. And I've always been selfish so I might as well out with it and continue -- if you have any idea how to help me... I want... I'd really like it if... if you could. Or give me some hint what else to do, because I don't know."
He blinks rapidly and looks away. "I want to see you married and happy. I want to see you raise your kid, who falls in love with my kid I guess, and I want to watch this die when our children grow up. I don't want to be free of you, Skwisgaar, don't you get it? I don't want to be free of YOU. I want to be free of ME. I feel like some kinda fairytale maiden who's been waiting thirty years to be rescued, and I'm just so TIRED, you have no idea. I don't want to be rid of you for what you are that's me. I want to love you for it. Because God knows, no one else ever, EVER did, and it's just not fair."