[ He spreads his arms out with a sardonic laugh. ]

What more could they do to me? Could they emulate the loneliness of a thousand, thousand years? Could they emulate the torturous cruelty of man? Could they find some way to break my heart more than it already has been broken already?

[ His arms drop back to his sides. ]

I have died a hundred thousand ways and loved and lost almost as many times. There is nothing they can do to me that would come close. Nothing.