I would never have done it had you not abandoned me, Charles. A foolish hope, perhaps, but for months I dreamed you'd care enough to see what was happening -- to save me.

But you didn't, did you?

I wouldn't have cared so little for you. Perhaps I'd have killed you, but I would not have forgotten you.

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed brothers... between supposed lovers.

There is nothing between us but war, now. You made it so.

If I must destroy your soul to win this war, so be it.