[ Shit, he really needs a fucking drink. He's stalking off to his kitchen before bringing a bottle of Helheim wine out. He then sits down on his couch, opens the bottle and takes a deep drink from it before saying this ]

You think that matters to me? She's beyond my reach. You both are. But at least you two have each other. At least you two are in love with each other. But me? I don't have anything like that.

[ He sounds bitter at that ]

But do you think I like this? You think I like fighting with you? Or trying to smash the truth into your fucking dense brain? I don't. But everything about this is complicated. Everything about the three of us is complicated. The only way to make it less complicated is to just leave you two to do whatever the fuck you want while I go the opposite direction of where you two are heading.