[As Cid takes his head, forcing him to fully look at him, he scowls. Not his usual emotionless steely scowl, but something with actual emotion behind it, however faint and trickle-fed it might be.]

Would it have killed you to place your faith in me? You were the one who chose to cut your imagined losses and run. Had you simply followed my directions, had you trusted in me, then you would not have abandoned all we had created like a self-serving coward. We could have continued apace, forging paradise together.

Yet you dare to say I left you, because I chose to stay within my kingdom in lieu of a cave lined with rotting wood, filled with a community barely held together with feeble convictions and half-spun theories. And you claim it was I who was driven insane.

[He scoffs.]

Had you an ounce of loyalty in you as Benedikta had, then you would not have been put down like a traitorous hound. She, too, might have survived.

[As he says these things, however, he feels his chest tighten. Painfully so. Inconvenient...]