[ William takes a deep, shaking breath. He squeezes his eyes shut, hoping to cut off the tears before finally pulling back. It doesn't help much, and he's quickly running the back of his hand under his eyes, half in an attempt to regain some compossure. They're red, as are his cheeks. ]

Honestly, I have no reason to act this way. Yourself, all our reaper brethren, you have all gone through torturous events which permanently scarred you. I have nothing to put blame on, completely selfish for expecting any pity from anyone.

[ He's never shown himself to be so vulnerable. Though he's always wondered how he held it back. ]