Must you mind me of the obvious? [ A definite note of petulant childishness seeps into his tone, though he never quite gets rid of the tutelage of his education. ] It’s unpleasant.

[ Ozymandias continues down the series of corridors. They are, at least, aided in some part by the signs set at every every crossroad. ]

In a way, I am nothing now. [ As hard as it was to admit to himself… it is much easier to say this to her, now. Not all hope is lost, no, but in comparison to his other lives, he is beginning with a meager set of offerings. ] We are nothing. And, if we are more than nothing, we are little more than a band of misfits. With only that in common… a unified rule over such men would be difficult.