[Damn it, what a wretched blow to his pride, already shattered to pieces. What a state to be in, weakened and defeated yet again, and in more than half of the time on this occasion. Louis burns with anger and something far more foreign to him — a bleak, all-encompassing shame.

Still, he glares daggers at both of them as they approach, but makes no further move other than to tense his fingers around his sword hilt again.]

My name is Louis Charadrius- [he says it with aplomb and pride, as though it would salvage whatever he has left at this point] -and I do not know why I am here! Did you not listen? I am meant to be in the Euchronian skies!