An incident occurs.

(on squiring while they tilt at windmills)

Tell me I’m wrong. No, I’m right. Talk to me. Don’t leave me. I’ll leave first. I don’t want to leave at all. I’ll never leave. I’m leaving forever. I’ll never forget you. I never want to think about you again. This is everything to me. This is nothing. It’s ash. You burned it. No, I did. I want to know everything about you. I don’t want to know a single thing anymore. You’re better than me. The best I’ve ever known. You’re nothing. You’re not special. You love me, I know it. I’m nothing to you, I know it. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. Why aren’t you? Why? Not that. Why? No, not that. This doesn’t make any sense. I can’t do this anymore. This is my fault. No, it’s yours. I’ll wait for you. I’m gone. I’m ready. Just say the word. I mean it this time. This is yours. This was good. I’m trying. It’s not enough. Stop trying. It’s mine, mine. This was bad. Don’t come back. Don’t say that. Don’t say anything anymore.

As you wish.