Bas's eyes shifted sideways to the corner. "I.... I never asked for any of it. I didn't want to be prince. The bowing, the kneeling. Having people dress me and treat me better for acting like I am. Blood means nothing." He said, getting into a rant of his own. He had gone over this at least a million times in his head. This was the reason. He had never told anyone, but it was the reason why he had the mask in the first place.

His whirlpool blue eyes slowly made their way back to the servant, and the prince let someone finally see him. This servant of all people, was the first to see him in years, and he had dared to move closer to the prince, causing him to angle his neck more acute. His cheeks slowly began to flush. Bas retreated to his bed sitting on the edge. "If I were you I would have dumped water on me too, so how can I scold you? I..I don't want to be.. me" His rant got muffled out at the end as his hands came to cover his eyes. His eyes started to water, but no sound came from his mouth. He rejected himself for who he was, and this servant heard it all. He could bring himself to yell at the boy, never mind throw him into the street.

"you're not a tool. Tools you hold in your hands, and use them to create something new. You pick them up yourself. You are lower class, and I have seen beautiful things from the lower class, love and creation and dedication. I envy you." Bas finally announced as his tears hit the floor. He was broken.