"I suppose I will have to find my voice again then."

His lips quirk upward, ever so slightly, at the sudden feel of Dion's hand on his shoulder. It's a reassuring, firm grip. Grounding and steady. It doesn't last long though as his thoughts become muddled.

"...Do you think me a bad person if I say that a small part of me still loves her? She did so much wrong and caused so much strife and death for so many, for you and Clive, for kingdoms and even my father...but I cannot help it."