[ He forces himself to take a deep breath and then exhale. As much as he wants to be angry at Elidibus, it will achieve nothing. ]

Either way, it does not matter. [ His voice is clipped and harsh. ] I will die and so will you. And nothing that we've done will live on. Not our names, our deeds - not one scrap of it will be preserved because villains are fated to be written out of history. My part in this farce is done. It was over before it even began. Nothing I do now has any meaning. So, if you will excuse me, Emissary, I shall take my leave to enjoy what remaining time I have left.

[ With that said, he turns away and starts to walk off. It may not lead him to the exit. It may not even lead him anywhere meaningful. It's preferable, however, to facing the harsh truths Elidibus delivers. ]