[His face twists a little despite the somber mood.]

So long as it is better than wine. I didn't care much for it.

[...]

Thank you. I have not had someone to talk to of such things in... a while.

[As he starts moving forward, his walking starts to stutter, as though being pulled by a string. Guess there's no stopping it now.]

...And I'm... I-I'm sorry. [Eyes to the ground.] I'm so sorry for what's about to happen.