[The voices of experience, it seems.

He shakes his head.]

I do not fear their eyes on me, even if they are so far insightful that they can see what must be my failings.

[His wretchedness.]

They would only see what I know already. But you and I, whoever we are, deserve to choose who we have around us. I do not know why they are so unhappy that they won't abandon me to my fate. Or you, it seems.