[The bruises are real enough, as the blood vessels beneath Gilbert's skin expand to dump their contents, the nerves believing the injury. Though like any injury, its permanence was doubtful.]

Tis as I spake unto thee, a moment past... Ye hath nothing to offer me as ye are. As long as thou shalt have me as such, I remain allied.

Tis all ye art entitled to.

[He turns to walk down the hall, robes billowing around him.]