"I'm the king. Plenty of people love me. For better or for worse." Aleister insisted adamantly as he tried to keep his footing in this crisis but he wasn't holding up super well, every comment was just drilling into this weak, pathetic, needy part of him that hated this. That hated it was true and wanted acknowledgement. Wanted to be loved.

"It's not doing anything but boring me. I don't know why you'd waste your evening with someone you can't even stand to be around. You could be doing anything, love. You could be translating or reading one of those big tomes. Wasting your time watching football or monster trucks." So why the fuck was he here, needling him, and not leaving him alone to bask in the fucking misery that was Beth dying. "No, you're here! Pissing me off with your whiny, pathetic feelings. All those pointless, weak emotions. I've told you before - they're a waste!"

So why was he getting all worked up and angry?