I tire of old gods standing on pomp and ceremony instead of where those they serve need them.

I don't understand those who flail and brag to impress on merits that mean nothing.

I tire of tricksters who wish ill rather than gain.

I don't know why I am to blame for not forgiving my sibling who chose to abandon -

[He breathes deeply. Sinks wearily into her sofa. Sips his wine.]

I'm fine.