His face twists in renewed disgust. He would step back, away from him, but realises at the last second that there is nothing behind him. And he will not fall to rid himself of this creature. He will not fall at all. He settles for leaning back as far as he can, and still be stable.

'It is. And it is not true. It is not possible for it to be true.'

He cannot stand this idea, nor the bare proclamation of it.

'If I do not deserve it, take it back. I never asked for it. I did not ask for any of this. You have invaded me since the day we met, and harrassed me, and made me debase myself...this is not normal behaviour, even I know as much. So take it back. Give your precious gift to someone who desires it.'