This is as 'alone' as I'm likely to get with you - you're not half so fetching as your daughter.
I want to live like a man.
Gods have bloody hands.
We fouled up. I did. He got hurt. Badly, maybe. And the god...is not helping him today.
It's all right. Things as they once were will never be again, but it's all right.
I survive. I survived it all then and I'll survive the rest of it. Without your help.