[Voice]
[His voice is lazy, low. There is not even the pretense of earnestness in it. Only a subtle amusement, and an edge of something undefinable.]
My dear, young friend, do you think so little of yourself? That you are worth so much less than the other? Surely, you cannot have such a low opinion.
...Though, perhaps you have it right. Is it not inevitable, after all? What is done in the past will be perpetuated in the future. You know this. Perhaps... Perhaps it is time you do something about it. Perhaps it is time you threw off the bonds of false friendship, yes? Perhaps you had best act before he has the chance.
But then... what would I know of your heart?
My dear, young friend, do you think so little of yourself? That you are worth so much less than the other? Surely, you cannot have such a low opinion.
...Though, perhaps you have it right. Is it not inevitable, after all? What is done in the past will be perpetuated in the future. You know this. Perhaps... Perhaps it is time you do something about it. Perhaps it is time you threw off the bonds of false friendship, yes? Perhaps you had best act before he has the chance.
But then... what would I know of your heart?