[keeps walking.] Little? Little. I begged you to leave! I gave you endless opportunities. And you -- you took off your robe. [THIS CONVERSATION IS TERRIBLE and he hates it, also himself, also Ashraf. Luckily, what he's after is in sight--a large lake, its surface bright with moonlight. He moves quickly towards it, but adds--]

--and that is why I'm in the deep forest, where hotheaded youths are in short supply.