"If memory serves me correctly, and in this case I do believe so, I was the one yelling at you. It was a misunderstanding, I think, on both our parts. What is done is done."

What's more, he is becoming increasingly remiss of his duties, in finding it more and more difficult to keep his eyes open and on the fire. Slowly, his breathing evens out, and his voice becomes less articulate despite his diction.

"I've grown...very fond of you, Josef. You're very special in my eyes as well. I suppose it's only proper that it's mutual. I'd be terribly disappointed if it were not."