A madness that ought not to have been allowed to be. Years of scheming, corruption, and unpredictability.
"Gods boy, you've got a mighty opinion on this, don't you?" Greeves said, taken aback. "I've never heard you talk such sophistry. Are you reckoning yourself to be an idealist, then? I wouldn't have thought… Naw, fuck it, aye, I know what you are. You've always preached morality at me. But that's borderline religious talk, that is. You know men aren't made of those kinds of ingredients. You can't write pretty words down on the page of some ancient scripture and expect a man to be capable of conforming to them. Men ain't that simple. King or not."
"A King shouldn't be simple. He isn't allowed to be a man," Oliver said. "A King's power extends to the entire nation, he is treated as an individual above the rest. If he is so different from the rest of us, then he should be made to act differently from the rest of us. He should at least cling to an ideal that the rest of us couldn't hope to embody with our normal lives. If he can't do it, what hope do the rest of us have?"