"I'm going to die," he says, his voice roughened by unshed tears. "Either that or just be trapped here forever which--oh, my god, that's what I'm going to have to do, isn't it? And won't you be happy, then?"

He cuts a hand through the air, and nearly pitches himself over. "All my ambitions--you never liked them! You never liked what I wanted to be--just wanted to shove me in some idealized little box."