I'm sorry, Pope. I don't know if I can do this anymore. You are a very interesting person to talk to, and you are certainly a very nice and polite guy, but our roleplaying styles are so monumentally different that we conflict at practically every turn, and meeting halfway just means we are both dissatisfied. We've both tried so hard, but it doesn't seem to have gotten any better from the moment when we first met.

You can fight to keep me, if you truly consider it worth it. And I'll probably stay. But I can't just keep pretending that we... work.