[Yes, yes, he loves that defiance and always will... but it's a shame that the excitement is Lobelia's alone, that he can't have the happy ending promised to him in books and fairy tales. Does he not deserve that after the lengths he went through to get them here? Here, in a place where even death can't keep them apart?
You boring old man. It's sheer petulance that has Lobelia easing up and away to sit someplace beside him, the vibrations ebbing away to nothing. All this hard work, all the love and effort he's poured into their "relationship", and for what? Through the pain, Lobelia audibly huffs.]
You truly are unreasonable. Everything I've done in these last few days has been for your sake, but you don't seem to recognize that. C'est dommage!
[But see? He's leaving Vergilius alone, more or less. Isn't that worth recognizing?]
Go on, then. Don't let me keep you against your will.
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You boring old man. It's sheer petulance that has Lobelia easing up and away to sit someplace beside him, the vibrations ebbing away to nothing. All this hard work, all the love and effort he's poured into their "relationship", and for what? Through the pain, Lobelia audibly huffs.]
You truly are unreasonable. Everything I've done in these last few days has been for your sake, but you don't seem to recognize that. C'est dommage!
[But see? He's leaving Vergilius alone, more or less. Isn't that worth recognizing?]
Go on, then. Don't let me keep you against your will.