["...I truly did think you had died, Jasper," says Hendrik, looking downcast. "It had me wondering where we had gone wrong."

He pauses, looking into his tea.

"Where I had gone wrong. You were..."]

...Hendrik.

[...he wants this. But at the same time...]

I have decided. I do not wish to hear this from some figment of my imagination designed to keep me from doing my duty.

["Jasper? What are you--"

Jasper stands and looks down at the illusion of Hendrik, because despite everything, he rolled a 19 even with disadvantage and you know what. he draws his swords..]

I need to speak with the real version of you at some point, and to do that, I need to kill the obnoxious little rat putting me through this.