... Proust is already broken, Yves, and he's denying it. If he retreats, then you break him into pieces.

[ The voices are loud again, starting with the lord. You are cruel to your core! Cornering a man with a frayed mind who has found a haven in the silence, in stillness! Are you anticipating the thrill of seeing someone succumb like you?

Then him, but when he was a better man, ... Haven't you ruined enough? It would have been better if god didn't bring us here. We could have returned to nothing, instead of... This. ]

Then piece him back together.

[ Because no one has done that for him, except for one single piece he has held onto so tightly. ]