[ Always, always, always, the architect continues not to think of himself, but for the broken puppet who is trying so, so desperately not to break under the weight of the architect's kindness, because a sinner like him could never deserve such a thing, so long as he has crimes to atone for.

The Balladeer is a part of him. But he is not the Balladeer. And it is not easy to be so callous and cruel as he once was. He burns in the warmth of Kaveh's eyes. There is a monster churning in the empty cavity of his chest, clawing its way up into his throat and trying to escape through his mouth. Its struggle can be heard in the tremor of his voice, as he tries to hold onto the rage of the Balladeer to push himself through this. ]

Your prayers mean nothing to me. A god stands alone in his eminence. If you're so ready to kill yourself for your misguided ideals, then die.