[ For the first time in this whole talk, More remembers that he had actually ordered a beverage at this café and he takes a long sip as he's thinking about this. The ice has mostly molten by now, watering the taste down. Oops. ]

I think I can surmise what that might feel like. I remember all of my reign as Hythlodaeus V now, and I recall feeling the emotions that led him to do what he did... or rather to what he didn't, to that all-encompassing passivity.

But it's distant. Hazy, even as I recall it with clarity. It could swallow me up, but it isn't me. Not quite.