[For a long time, Cidolfus doesn't reply. He was completely silent, almost as if he's lost his voice. However, after this brief reprieve of silence a faint chuckle could be heard.]

I-I'm driven to madness, aren't I? A father slain by his own son...

[His laughter gets a little louder now.]

HARK! Listen to this story of misery and woe, a father slain by his only son! Killed in cold blood only to die with no closure nor heartfelt words.

Such a tragedy this is, my life...it is merely a tragedy formed by a divine comedy forged by those Occurian rogues.