I've found myself somewhere unbecoming.

I'm a man, and in spite of all that's happened, she's just a little girl.

Not fit to rule. To preach. To dream.

This isn't where I belong. It's too warm, too beautiful, the people are too kind and the air is too clear.

Places like this exist only in undeveloped minds.

It's all... terribly juvenile.

If it makes her happy, though...