Imagine if there was someone who was very clearly doing things that you thought were screwing over your family / your peers / your community (nation) and he kept doing it over and over and every time you tried to give him consequences to get him to cut that shit out he just got WORSE. You're over here trying to make sure the economy doesn't collapse and your cousin meanwhile is pissing himself about how he needs everyone to respect him. You report his own lackey's bullshit on him and the first thing he does is make a joke about how upset you look in front of the entire formal court including your dad ("how high a pitch his resolution soars") and you just have to take it. Constantly. Until he makes you lose out on your last moments with your dad. And not only that, he's gonna make you're penniless when you return because he's decided your inheritance is his shiny new spending money, and so if you play 100% by the rules you know he'll just ruin you forever and ruin england and--
And everyone is siding with you!! Sure, your uncle is "neuter" but he's letting you stay at the castle and even he admits this has gone too far. Even mr 'never want to rock the boat too hard' is agreeing! And everyone is egging you on because you have a just cause, and you're trying to do things by the book, it's not like you're allowed a lawyer because look how court went for you--
And they're all hyping you up. It's a mess but you can handle it. They're sitting you down on the throne. They're setting you up to fail. Your cousin digs his claws into your chest and whispers to you to behold how he carries out the final stretch of his downfall, and it's -- well, he always did throw such fits, didn't he, and --
And why is your other cousin -- why is your uncle --
And you know you want to be just, you do, all you ever did is try to uphold the values of your community, ruler and tyrant are /different/, you swear, you just wanted to make your father proud, you just wanted to make this place a place he would've called worthy again, you didn't mean for this to spiral out of control why can't anyone remember how bad things were when the other guy was in charge this campaign was righteous this crusade was just you cared, did you care too much--
Did you really say he should be dead?
Dead, maybe, but no, not killed hate the murderer love him murder'd no no no why we were all in this together you told me you agreed with me you said i was right you pushed me towards this in twelve all but one but in twelve thousand none--
(Your name is Henry Bolingbroke
