I know well my own foolishness. You don’t have to tell me.

[ He is the sort of fool who believes in the good of others, who believes that no one is not worth saving. Who would fling himself in front of an immortal man to shield him. ]

What I don’t understand is you. You lied to me to, what? Prolong the inevitable? Now here I am, telling you that this is not the end you thought it to be, and you’re still pushing.