Haah... haah... hah.... ...Lion King, are you... alright? The rebels.... will be here soon. I know that you will never lose to them, but please, be very careful. You have... a tendency to respect.... the ideals of your opponent. Sir Agravain, should you not be more worried about yourself? Your limbs are broken, your chest torn open, and you've lost an eye. You must have fought quite the foe. Haah... indeed. He was a man of incredible power, but... This time, my obsessiveness won the day. Oh, forgive me for not being able to offer you proof. Even if he is dead, I cannot show you his head. I see. Sir Agravain, come closer. I permit you to approach the throne. With your wounds, it will not save you, but give me your hand. It will help ease the pain a little. No, I'm not worthy, and I still have five jobs to do. Defeat the rebels, defeat the intruders, restore the Holy City, guide the citizens who underwent the Holy Selections. And... lastly, build you a splendid palace. There's still... too much to do. There's too much to do, but... ...It seems that it all ends here. This time, I truly intended to give you your ideal utopia. I'm so embarrassed... my plan failed once again. That's right. But I will not blame you for it. Rest, Agravain. Your one flaw is that you work too much. Nonsense.... Not when compared to you.
